Epstein Secrets

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lebrities including Bill Clinton and Kevin Spacey on his Boeing 727. But pierce his air of mystery and the picture changes. VICKY WARD explores Epstein's investment career, his ties to retail magnate Leslie Wexner, and his complicated past EFTA01334041 I n Manhattan's Upper Eaft Side, home to

.C2t 2003 parks department. His parents viewed educa- tion as "the way out" for him and his young- er brother, Mark, now working in real estate. Jeffrey started to play the piano--for which he maintains a passion—at five, and he went to Brooklyn's /thymic High School. He was good at mathematics.

in confided in him. saying. for example. that he had left Bear Stearns in 1981 after he was discovered ex- ecuting "illegal operations: Several of Epsteirf, Lew Steams comm• poaries recall that Epstein left the compa- ny very suddenly nithin the company there were rumors also that he was involved in a

Mr. Therarn? A: No; nor do I anticipate any. Q: Mr. Epstein. did anyone at Bear Stearns tell you in words or

some- thing innocent. almost childlike about Jef- frey Epstein. They see this as ran-shine. given the sophistic

s it sound as though his job combines the roles of real-estate agent. ac- countant, lawyer, money manager, trustee, and confidant. But, as with lay Gatsby, myths and rumor swirl around Epstein. Here are some of the hard facts about Epstein—ones that he doesn't mind people knowing: He—grew Lip middle

e household help ferrying in time-of-day-appropriate foods and beverages. In sweatshirt, draw-string pants, palm beach slippers, and half glasses, Jeffrey Epstein sits at the head of the table. He spends most of his day in the dining room, remote from the world, in front of a lap top and beside a row of readin

eticulous he never does) advising, or instructing, a startling collection of the rich and powerful, slotted in on an hourly basis. The apartness of Epstein's dining room might seem to offer some buffer in this leveled, angry age for a super rich man who attends to even more fabulously rich men (and the

rld seem dangerously close too. (Once I arrived for a visit and found several police cars blocking the street and thought the worst—they'd come for Jeffrey. But it was a security detail for a controversial head of state, also visiting him.) His subject for the morning is "hyper wealth." His subject is

get married, he said he'd rather go back to jail. He is Calvin Harris's song, It Was Acceptable in the 80s, come to life. This is all, of course, a Gatsby-like tale: An enigmatic, and strangely appealing figure, able to invent and inhabit his own world is a mystery to try to decipher. Of course Gatsby

e household help ferrying in time-of-day-appropriate foods and beverages. In sweatshirt, draw-string pants, palm beach slippers, and half glasses, Jeffrey Epstein sits at the head of the table. He spends most of his day in the dining room, remote from the world, in front of a lap top and beside a row of readi

eticulous he never does) advising, or instructing, a startling collection of the rich and powerful, slotted in on an hourly basis. The apartness of Epstein's dining room might seem to offer some buffer in this leveled, angry age for a super rich man who attends to even more fabulously rich men (and the

ld seem dangerously close too. (Once I arrived for a visit and found several police cars blocking the street and thought the worst—they'd come for Jeffrey. But it was a security detail for a controversial head of state, also visiting him.) His subject for the morning is "hyper wealth." His subject is

d rather go back to jail. He is Calvin Harris's song, It Was Acceptable in the 80s, come to life. This is all, inevitably, a Gatsby-like story. But Gatsby in New York Post and Daily Mail parlance would likely be a freaky financier too. And it's a story about the limitation of journalism, in which the

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s late twenties and commenced an astonishingly quick rise up the social and media ladders. But where Carter was open and outgoing, Epstein really was Gatsby-like—-very little about him was known. Maybe, Carter thought, Ward could find out. What did Epstein do, exactly, for money? Why was he so secretive?

er than Epstein and in the same class as Epstein’s kid brother, Mark, with whom Grossberg remains very friendly, though he hasn’t seen or spoken with Jef- frey in some time. Both brothers are good people, he says. “Jeffrey’s a brilliant and good person. He is also incredibly generous.” Grossberg says he’s

first time a sec no interest in Epstein’s ¢ Q: Mr. Epstein, did any substance that you s Minerals to the sta

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the household help ferrying in time-of-day-appropriate foods and beverages. In sweatshirt, draw-string pants, palm beach slippers, and half glasses, Jeffrey Epstein sits at the head of the table. He spends most of his day in the dining room, remote from the world, in front of a lap top and beside a row of reading

meticulous he never does) advising, or instructing, a startling collection of the rich and powerful, slotted in on an hourly basis. The apartness of Epstein’s dining room might seem to offer some buffer in this leveled, angry age for a super rich man who attends to even more fabulously rich men (and the o

arried, he said he would rather go back to jail. He is Calvin Harris’s song, It Was Acceptable in the 80s, come to life. This is all, inevitably, a Gatsby-like story. But Gatsby in New York Post and Daily Mail parlance would likely be a freaky financier too. And it’s a story about the limitation of jou

“Except that it’s actually hard to give away this kind of wealth, without unintended consequences that can cause more problems than you’re solving.” Epstein’s long-time business thesis is that the rich know very little about money. They may know about their own businesses, but the great sums that are the

oney Island, Zelig-like no-namer? In 1994, just at the moment when Prince Charles is on television acknowledging his love for Camilla Parker Bowles, Jeffrey Epstein is sitting with his arm around Princess Diana at a dinner at the Serpentine Galley in London (Diana is wearing her “revenge” dress that evening). Gra

arried, he said he would rather go back to jail. He is Calvin Harris’s song, It Was Acceptable in the 80s, come to life. This is all, inevitably, a Gatsby-like story. But Gatsby in New York Post and Daily Mail parlance would likely be a freaky financier too. And it’s a story about the limitation of jou

--- PAGE BREAK --- “In the past, only governments had this kind of money,” says Epstein conversationally, but making a pedagogical point, ““money of a reality altering scale. In fact, it used to be that the rich, reaching a certain point

oney Island, Zelig-like no-namer? In 1994, just at the moment when Prince Charles is on television acknowledging his love for Camilla Parker Bowles, Jeffrey Epstein is sitting with his arm around Princess Diana at a dinner at the Serpentine Galley in London (Diana is wearing her “revenge” dress that evening). Gra

get married, he said he’d rather go back to jail. He is Calvin Harris’s song, It Was Acceptable in the 80s, come to life. This is all, of course, a Gatsby-like tale: An enigmatic, and strangely appealing figure, able to invent and inhabit his own world is a mystery to try to decipher. Of course Gatsby i

hard to give away this kind of wealth, without the always accompanied , unintended consequences, that can cause more problems than you’re solving.” Epstein’s long-time business thesis is that the rich know little about the essence of money. They may know about generating it in their own businesses, but t

oney Island, Zelig-like no-namer? In 1994, just at the moment when Prince Charles is on television acknowledging his love for Camilla Parker Bowles, Jeffrey Epstein is sitting with his arm around Princess Diana at a dinner at the Serpentine Galley in London (Diana is wearing her “revenge” dress that evening). Gra

get married, he said he’d rather go back to jail. He is Calvin Harris’s song, It Was Acceptable in the 80s, come to life. This is all, of course, a Gatsby-like tale: An enigmatic, and strangely appealing figure, able to invent and inhabit his own world is a mystery to try to decipher. Of course Gatsby i

, or might even have imagined. “Except that it’s actually hard to give away this kind of dough, without causing more problems than you’re solving.” Epstein’s long-time business thesis is that the rich know very little about their money. They may know about their own businesses, but the great sums that ar

ney Island, Zelig- like no-namer? In 1994, just at the moment when Prince Charles is on television acknowledging his love for Camilla Parker Bowles, Jeffrey Epstein is sitting next to Princess Diana at a dinner at the Serpentine Galley in London (Diana is wearing her “revenge” dress that evening). Graydon Carter,

and paid out what may be as much as $20 million, he seems somehow to have gotten away with it too—that worst sin of all. This is all, inevitably, a Gatsby-like story, except with none of the sentimentality or romantic longings accorded Gatsby—or at least that Nick Caraway and Fitzgerald accord him. Gats