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“Consuming Passions”: Hawaii…

It’s February, armpit of the year, when a girl’s thoughts turn to sunshine and maybe a pink parasol in her drink. We’re talking Hawaii here. We’re talking surfer boys with lean tanned bodies, endless waves and Technicolor sunsets. America’s improbable 50th state, a tropical island paradise plopped in the middle of the Pacific, is …[Read more]
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Mastering the Art of Gelato

I love ice cream. I mean, I really love it, as much as sex, almost as much as Frank Sinatra, more than Manolos. I'll eat anything sweet and frozen (and have): yogurty vanilla ice cream in Red Square in the dead of winter as Soviet soldiers ate their own; an exquisite prune-and-Armagnac flavor at Berthillon, on Paris's Ile St.-Louis; Vassar Devils (hot fudge and marshmallow sundaes served on brownies) accompanied by many gin …[Read more]
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“Consuming Passions”: James de Givenchy

Again, I’m obsessed. It’s the grisly month of November, winter coming on, the days dwindling down, and I’m in the grip of a have to have: I want James de Givenchy’s lime citrines. Each one is big as a fruit and the colour of lemon-lime Jell-O or quivering key lime pie or just-licked lollipops; strung on a couple of thin twisted gold …[Read more]
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“Consuming Passions”: James de Givenchy

Again, I’m obsessed. It’s the grisly month of November, winter coming on, the days dwindling down, and I’m in the grip of a have to have: I want James de Givenchy’s lime citrines. Each one is big as a fruit and the colour of lemon-lime Jell-O or quivering key lime pie or just-licked lollipops; strung on a couple of thin twisted gold …[Read more]