Epstein Secrets

rtion with its four- and five-story neighbors, it seems more like an institution than a house. This is perhaps not surprising-until 1989 it was the Birch Wathen private school. Now it is said to be Manhattan's largest private residence. Inside, amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits and

e's a classic iceberg. What you see is not what you get." Even acquaintances sense a curious dichotomy: Yes, he lives like a "modern maharaja," as Leah Kiernan, one of his art dealers, puts it. Yet he is fastidiously, almost obsessively private-he lists himself in the phone book under a pseudonym. He rarely

ion with its four- and five-story neigh- bors. it seems more like an institution than a house. This is perhaps not surprising— until 1989 it was the Birch Wathen private school. Now it is said to be Manhattan's largest private residence. Inside, amid the flurry of mcnscnants attired in sober black suits an

s a classic iceberg. What you see is not what you get." ven acquaintances sense a curious dichotomy: les. he lives like a "modern ma- haraja." as Leah Kiernan. one of his art dealers. puts it. Yet he is fastidiously. a4 most obsessively private—he lists himself in the phone book under a pseudonym. He r

tion with its four- and fiw-story neigh- bors. it seems more like an institution than a house. This is perhaps not surprising— until 1989 it was the Birch Wathen private school. Now it is said to be Manhattan's largest private residence. Inside. amid the flurry of mensenants attired in sober black suits an

's a classic iceberg. What you see is not what you get.- ven acquaintances sense a curious dichotomy: Yes. he lives like a "modern ma- haraja:' as Leah Kiernan, one of his an dealers. puts it. Yet he is fastidiously, al- most obsessively private—he fists himself in the phone book under a pseudonym. He ra

ion with its four- and five-story neigh- bors. it seems more like an institution than a house. This is perhaps not surprising— until 1989 it was the Birch Wathen private school. Now it is said to be Manhattan's largest private residence. Inside. amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits a

s a classic iceberg. What you see is not what you get." wen acquaintances sense a curious dichotomy: Yes. he lives like a "modern ma- haraja.- as Leah Kiernan, one of his art dealers. puts it. Yet he is fastidiously. al- most obsessively private—he lists himself in the phone book under a pseudonym. He r

on with its four- and five-story neigh- bors, it seems more Like an institution than a house. This is perhaps not surprising - until 1989 it was the Birch Wathen private school. Now it is said to be Manhattan's largest private residence. Inside. amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits a

He's a classic iceberg. What you see is not what you get:' ven acquaintances sense a curious dichotomy: Yes he lives like a "modem ma- haraja: as Leah Kiernan, one of his art dealers. puts it. Yet he is fastidiously. al- most obsessively private—he lists himself in the phone book under a pseudonym. He r

rtion with its four- and five-story neighbors, it seems more like an institution than a house. This is perhaps not surprising-until 1989 it was the Birch Wathen private school. Now it is said to be Manhattan's largest private residence. Inside, amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits and

ten better that people hate me, not the client." "You've probably heard I'm vicious ins my representation of my clients,- he tells people proudly; Leah Kiernan describes his haggling over art prices as something like ; a scene out of the movie Mad Mar Be- yond Thunderdome. Even a former mentor g says he's

ion with its four- and five-story neigh- bors. it seems more like an institution than a house. This is perhaps not surprising— until 1989 it was the Birch Wathen private school. Now it is said to be Manhattan's largest private residence. Inside. amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits a

's a classic iceberg. What you see is not what you get." en acquaintances sense a curious dichotomy: Yes, he lives like a "modern ma- haraja." as Leah Kiernan, one of his art dealers. puts it. Yet he is fastidiously, al- most obsessively private—he lists himself in the phone book under a pseudonym. He r