Jessica Pressler

With his turn as the eponymous character in this month’s The Lone Ranger, Armie Hammer is primed for Hollywood’s A-list “Hi, are you…?” inquires a baritone voice from above. When I look up from my seat to see Armie Hammer leaning over me, well, let’s just say I now understand what it means to swoon. […]

All winter, Peter Marra’s children had been pestering him to get a cat. It was ironic, he thought as he walked up the snowy path to his modern farmhouse in Takoma Park, Maryland, just outside Washington, D.C. Especially now, when the country’s cat lobby had him pegged as the Josef Mengele of felines. In his

“Part of the reason we wrote the book is we were really tired of the debate that is going on, is technology good or is it bad,” says Jared Cohen, Google’s chief of ideas, sitting alongside Eric Schmidt, Google’s executive chairman. The company’s unofficial motto is, famously, “Don’t be evil,” which makes their offices above

“This I copied from the Louvre,” Jackie Siegel says, pointing to the pyramid-shaped structure jutting off the back patio of her partially finished dream home known as Versailles. She tosses a ringlet of streaky blonde hair over her shoulder and pads into the grand ballroom, her bejeweled flip-flops glinting against the dusty concrete floors. “We’re

Four years ago, he was just some Swedish kid named Tim who liked messing around on his laptop at home. One iTunes-dominating dance hit (“Levels”) later, he’s Avicii, world’s hottest DJ, making $250,000 a night to keep the Ecstasy-dosed, champagne-soaked masses moving. Jessica Pressler spends a wild week jetting around with Avicii and his Oontz-a-Loompas,

When it launched, Playboy was a literary power, nude photos or not. Its offices also happened to be an interesting place to work—for women. For years I’ve known that my mother lived in New York City in the early 1960s and was a secretary before she married my father. Recently I was reminded that she’d

It seemed at first like a strange Japanese version of Gap. Towers of denim bathed in LED light, sweaters saturated in every color, and armies of sales pixies flitting about like bees in flight. But then the clothes sold. And sold. And continued to sell (even through the recession, when sales actually increased). As Uniqlo

He could have made a fortune in business. Instead, he made a fortune writing about it. Plus—a fortune for everyone he writes about. Collins Tuohy has told this story before, and by now her delivery is spot on. It was Thanksgiving morning, and her family were on their way to pick up breakfast. “Because in

After the crash, financier Ken Starr was revealed to be one of the greatest hustlers of our time. But he had nothing on his fourth wife, Diane Passage. The Grand Havana Room is good, if you can get past the doorman. The Oak Room at the Plaza is the easiest game in town; just go

Embattled Goldman Sachs CEO Lloyd Blankfein just can’t understand how he got cast as the Dr. Evil of Wall Street. Lloyd Blankfein cleared his throat and moved away from the podium. Grasping a glass of water, he looked down at the long table where his top executives were facing the crowd at the Goldman Sachs