“I can’t imagine having a full-time job, children and being able to get it all done,” the auburn heiress declared as we were in line at a buffet dinner hosted by one of New York’s most beneficent financial geniuses. Not everyone in finance knows how to entertain these days, but at Chez Hedge Fund, the wine is always flowing, top drawer and Pétrus, and it’s never the usual suspects or entrees.
“Well, you look marvelous,” I said, surveying her Chanel-clad physique, suddenly realizing I may have overdone the pronunciation and sounded like a bad imitation of Ricardo Montalbán. “How much time and money does it take to look this good?” I asked, realizing her looks appeared frozen in time since I first met her, having nothing to do with the 19-degree weather outside.
“I would say 20 to 30 hours a week,” she said, playing with the stack of pave Love bracelets. “As for the cost? Whatever it costs. Anyone who tells you anything different is lying.”![]()
