December 14, 1998 Issue
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The Lyons King
BY PETER KAMINSKY
Daniel Boulud has owned four stars longer than any other chef in town. He has wooed and wowed the palates of presidents and foodies with an intense, flawlessly inventive cuisine that reflects both his provincial French upbringing and his training in some of France's greatest kitchens. Now he's opening a $10 million canteen in the Trumped-up Mayfair Hotel -- where he'll serve what one admirer calls perfect peasant food.
Bill Clinton's most unabashed booster broke news big-time with his CNBC coverage of Monicagate and made loyalists of lawyers and other Beltway obsessives. With an ever-expanding presence on NBC News programs, Geraldo's back -- again! -- whether Tom likes it or not.
In The Shallow Man, Coerte v.w. Felske caught and caricatured the downtown world of model mating and barhopping he calls home. Can he do the same for Hollywood with his new novel, Word?
Texas-born painter John Alexander is collected by moguls and pop stars (Jann Wenner, Mick Jagger), pals around with Robert Hughes, and is represented by one of the best galleries in the country. So why, after three decades of steady production, is he still virtually ignored by the art Establishment?
Ira Rennert's other big house; debs find dates at Au Bar
GOTHAM STYLE Kinder, gentler swimsuit shopping; bagging a celebrity
After a long, bitter struggle, lame duck Dennis Vacco clips the Warhol Foundation's wings
Light up your life for Hanukkah
Study up: How to find the right tutor. Also: Christmas trees delivered to your door
Sales & Bargains
Holiday wrapping that doesn't cost as much as the gift
BY PETER RAINER
Babe: Pig in the City is darker, funkier, more rough-hewn, and better than the original
Electra fails to electrify
Zeffirelli's Traviata travesty; a dazzling tribute to Mahler
How to celebrate the NYCB's fiftieth birthday? Look to the dance
Southern-fried Shakespeare as Peter Fonda plays Prospero