Epstein Secrets

e. Inside, amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits and pristine white gloves, you feel you have stumbled into someone's private Xanadu. This is no mere rich person's home, but a high-walled, eclectic, imperious fantasy that seems to have no boundaries. The entrance hall is decorat

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

. Inside, amid the flurry of mcnscnants attired in sober black suits and pristine white gloves, you feel you have stumbled into someone's private Xanadu. This is no mere rich person's home. but a high- walled. eclectic. imperious fantasy that seems to have no boundaries. The. entrance hail is decor

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

e. Inside. amid the flurry of mensenants attired in sober black suits and pristine white glows. you feel you have stumbled into someone's private Xanadu. This is no mere rich person's home, but a high- walled, eclectic. imperious fantasy that seems to have no boundaries. The entrance hall is decora

'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

Inside. amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits and pristine white gloves, you feel you have stumbled into someone's private Xanadu. This is no mere rich person's home, but a high- walled. eclectic. imperious fantasy that seems to have no boundaries. The entrance hall is decora

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

Inside. amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits and pristine white gloves. you feel you have stumbled into someone's private Xanadu. This is no mere rich person's home, but a high- walled. eclectic. imperious fantasy that seems to hint no boundaries. The entrance hall is decora

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

Inside. amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits and pristine white gloves, you feel you have stumbled into someone's private Xanadu. This is no mere rich person's home. but a high- walled. eclectic, imperious fantasy that seems to have no boundaries. The entrance ball is decora

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 art dealers. puts it. Yet he is fastidiously, al- most obsessively private—he lists himself in the phone book under a pseudonym. He r

. Inside, amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits and pris- tine white gloves, you feel you have stumbled into someone's private Xanadu. This is no mere rich person's home, but a high-walled, eclectic, imperious fan- tasy that seems to have no boundaries. The entrance hall is decora

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

Inside. amid the flurry of menservants attired in sober black suits and pristine white gloves, you feel you, have stumbled into someone's private Xanadu. This is no mere rich person's home, but a high- walled. eclectic. imperious fantasy that seems to have no boundaries. The entrance hall is decora

'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