Epstein Secrets

n 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). Graydon Carter, into his second years as editor of Vanity Fair, is also at the dinner. Epstein's rise and Carter's rise are not, with a little critical interpreta

clear, it must be murky. Sure, Goldman Sachs partners and tech geniuses, they might have stratospheric wealth, but what to make of a Coney 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 i

n 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). Graydon Carter, into his second years as editor of Vanity Fair, is also at the dinner. Epstein's rise and Carter's rise are not, with a little critical interpretat

characterization persist: if it's not clear, it must be murky. Sure, Goldman Sachs partners and tech fortunes, but what to make of a Coney 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 i

did not like him. Ridiculed him. Cruelly. Why? The journalist, trying to offer some comfort, told the two women there was a rumor going around that Graydon Carter—the editor of Vanity Fair and host of one of the most important parties of the Correspondents’ Dinner weekend, and, for decades, one of Trump’s key t

iser; and Wilbur Ross, the commerce secretary. (Ross was widely ridiculed for never missing an Air Force One opportunity—as Bannon put it, “Wilbur is Zelig, every time you turn around he’s in a picture.””) This trip and the robust American delegation was the antidote, and alternate universe to the Muelle