Woody Allen cowered in a corner, utterly bewildered—visibly more so, at least, than his usual modus operandi—while just beyond arm’s reach in the parlor of Allison Sarofim’s Bank Street townhouse, a shirtless man wearing only well-placed palm fronds blew fire dangerously close to a reproduction Gauguin above the fireplace. The...
Woody Allen cowered in a corner, utterly bewildered—visibly more so, at least, than his usual modus operandi—while just beyond arm’s reach in the parlor of Allison Sarofim’s Bank Street townhouse, a shirtless man wearing only well-placed palm fronds blew fire dangerously close to a reproduction Gauguin above the fireplace. The...
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