Separately from his obvious, primitive anti-semitism, if one can separate such a thing, can anybody explain what Anna Wintour ever saw in this weirdo, outer-space designer?
P6: NY Post columnist Steve Cuozzo's "Consuella's Thrill" isn't about restaurants or real estate. The novel follows the heroine's erotic fiascos after her creepy husband's death. "She's too busy fleeing a maniac and juggling 3 horny guys to think about food or square feet."