February 2012
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A Sketch: Midtown, Two Corners
From the canopied doorway of Wollensky’s, he entered the April evening. It was just warm enough to leave his topcoat at home, and so he wore a navy three-piece suit, unmistakably bespoke, with lapels unlike any other—neither notch, nor peak—possessing an un-American elegance.
His face was dark and long and lined, with brown eyes set above plump bags of flesh that made one think of oyster meat....
