Joan Collins is 79, and still treading the boards. Placido Domingo is 72, and singing a title role at the Royal Opera. It’s all go for funky septuagenarians in London.
I think that’s Joan Collins sitting at the next table. She’s not attracting much attention.
Joan Collins, the Sundance Film Festival and a new Jason Atherton restaurant are among Muse’s arts and leisure recommendations for London this weekend.
The quickie wedding, long a Las Vegas tradition for love-happy Nevada tourists, may be the latest casualty of the worst recession in decades.
A snappy red convertible crunches to a halt before a Moorish palace. A fashionable couple emerges from the car. Servants descend on them. Count and Countess Almaviva have arrived for some summer fun.
Marlon Brando’s upper arms bulge effortlessly in a classic shot from 1950.
Lunch with Wolfgang Puck in the garden at Spago Beverly Hills was never going to be private.
More than 2,000 mourners filled St. Paul’s Cathedral and church bells tolled as crowds and troops lined London’s streets for the final journey of Margaret Thatcher, with Britons still divided over the legacy of their only female prime minister.
Haven’t got time for more than one retro-fitted, pseudo-feminist “Mad Men” rip-off?