Some stories I like to imagine as perfect cocktails unto themselves: delightful, relaxing, garnished just right. And that is exactly the category of Elise Taylor’s cocaine-cover caper, which takes place at a Manhattan hot spot and features Time Magazine, some rude finance bros, and one persistent, funny restaurateur. What exactly is a cocaine-cover caper, you ask? Read on, bottoms up.
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CLAIRE HOWORTH,
DEPUTY EDITOR
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At Cecchi’s in Manhattan, a certain vintage-magazine visual took pride of place on the bathroom wall. (Where else should coke-art hang?) Then, it went missing.
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The FBI director’s suit doesn’t seem to have inspired much fear or loathing among Washington journalists, mainly because Trump has made suing news organizations—and losing—so routine.
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Star quarterback and projected number one NFL draft pick Fernando Mendoza lets Vanity Fair in on a little bit of what his life is like off the field.
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By the time Michael Jackson died, his unparalleled fame and dark troubles had locked him into a fragile shell. With her interviews and notes from the early chapters of the pop king’s career, VF’s Lisa Robsinson resurrects the innocent, ebullient, exploring youth as he confided his struggle to move beyond his family and take control of his art.
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