Month: January 2011

  • The piece of paper that fooled Hitler and Saved Thousands of Allied Soldiers on D-Day

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    It was an audacious double-cross that fooled the Nazis and shortened World War II. Now a document, here published for the first time, reveals the crucial role played by Britain’s code-breaking experts in the 1944 invasion of France.

    All the ingredients of a gripping spy thriller are there – intrigue, espionage, lies and black propaganda.

    An elaborate British wartime plot succeeded in convincing Hitler that the Allies were about to stage the bulk of the D-Day landings in Pas de Calais rather than on the Normandy coast – a diversion that proved crucial in guaranteeing the invasion’s success.

    An intercepted memo – which has only now come to light – picked up by British agents and decoded by experts at Bletchley Park – the decryption centre depicted in the film Enigma – revealed that German intelligence had fallen for the ruse.

    The secrets of Enigma

    Enigma machine
    • Enigma machine allowed operators to type in message then scramble it
    • Nazis convinced its code could not be broken, so used it for communications on battlefield, at sea, in sky and within secret services
    • But it had been cracked – 10,000 code breakers at Bletchley unscrambled top-secret messages using Bombe machine, co-created by Cambridge mathematician Alan Turing

    The crucial message was sent after the D-Day landings had started, but let the Allies know the Germans had bought into their deception and believed the main invasion would be near Calais.

    It was an insight that saved countless Allied lives and arguably hastened the end of the war.

    Now archivists at the site of the code-breaking centre hope that a new project to digitise and put online millions of documents, using equipment donated by electronics company Hewlett-Packard, will uncover further glimpses into its extraordinary past.

    Behind the story of this crucial message and its global impact lies Juan Pujol Garcia, an unassuming-looking Spanish businessman who was, in fact, one of the war’s most effective double agents.

    The Nazis believed Pujol, whom they code named Alaric Arabel, was one of their prize assets, running a network of spies in the UK and feeding crucial information to Berlin via his handler in Madrid.

    In fact, the Spaniard was working for British intelligence, who referred to him as Garbo. Almost the entirety of his elaborate web of informants was fictitious and the reports he sent back to Germany were designed, ultimately, to mislead.

    But agent Garbo was so completely trusted at the top level of the Nazi high command that he was honoured for his services to Germany, with the approval of Hitler himself, making him one of the few people to be given both the Iron Cross and the MBE for his WWII exploits.

    “He had the Germans completely fooled”

    End Quote Amyas Godfrey Royal United Services Institute, on agent Garbo

    “He was no James Bond – he was a balding, boring, unsmiling little man,” says Amyas Godfrey, an associate fellow at the Royal United Services Institute.

    “But he had the Germans completely fooled. They thought the information he was sending was so accurate.”

    To maintain his cover, much of what Garbo fed the Germans was absolutely genuine. But when it came to the looming Allied invasion of France, his “intelligence” was anything but.

    Ahead of D-Day, the British launched Operation Fortitude, a plot to confound the Nazis about the location of the landings. Garbo was an integral part of the plan.

    To establish his credibility, he sent advance warning ahead of the Normandy landings on 6 June 1944 – but too late for the Germans to act on it.

    Then, in the days afterwards, he fed them entirely fictitious intelligence from his fake “agents” that the invasion had been a red herring and “critical attacks” would follow elsewhere – most likely down the coast in Pas de Calais. He also reported, again falsely, that 75 divisions had been massed in England before D-Day, meaning that many more were still to land in France.

    It was an account the Nazis took extremely seriously. As can be seen in the document reproduced by the BBC, it was transmitted to their high command by Garbo’s German handler.

    As a result, German troops were kept in the Calais area in case of an assault, preventing them from offering their fullest possible defence to Normandy.

    But what truly gave the Allies the edge was the fact that they knew the Nazis had been duped.

    Unknown to Berlin, the Germans’ seemingly foolproof Enigma code for secret messages had been cracked by Polish code breakers.

    Peter Wescombe with the D-Day document

    It was like turning up a crock of gold”

    End Quote Peter Wescombe Volunteer, Bletchley Park

    In Bletchley Park, Buckinghamshire, some 10,000 men and women were employed deciphering the messages. And when the document above was cracked, the Allies knew they could press forward in the confidence that thousands of German troops would be tied up vainly standing guard at Calais.

    “The whole of the 20th Century might have been very different if it wasn’t for this,” says Kelsey Griffin, Bletchley Park’s director of museum operations.

    “Churchill’s official biographer, Martin Gilbert, said it was difficult to imagine how the D-Day landings could have happened without Bletchley Park.

    “We had an army of unarmed intellectuals here.”

    The intercepted document – in its original, freshly-released, German language version – is all the more extraordinary for having been found by volunteers digging through Bletchley Park’s archives.

    One of them, retired civil servant Peter Wescombe, 79, recalls the excitement of realising its significance for the first time.

    “It was like turning up a crock of gold,” he remembers. “It was absolutely wonderful.”

    It is a find archivists at the site, run by the Bletchley Park Trust, hope will be repeated after HP donated scanners and experts to provide technical expertise to the digitisation project.

    Many of the records at the centre have not been touched for years, and the charity hopes that by putting them online in a searchable format they can “crowdsource” the expertise of historians and amateurs alike.

    And surely then many more real-life tales of deception, double-crosses and painstaking effort will emerge.

     

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  • Providence 83 Villanova 68

    Mouphtaou Yarou goes up for a shot on Wednesday night against Providence.
     
    Mouphtaou Yarou goes up for a shot on Wednesday night against Providence.
     
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     Villanova should not have lost this game.

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    PROVIDENCE, R.I. (AP) – Winning twice in five days over ranked teams is very impressive for an unranked school, especially after going 12 years without consecutive victories over Top 25 clubs.

    With a pesky defense and careful ball handling, Providence accomplished that feat on Wednesday night with an 83-68 win over No. 8 Villanova just four days after upsetting No. 19 Louisville 72-67.

    “We proved that we can compete against the best in the country when we play our hardest,” Friars coach Keno Davis said.

    Marshon Brooks led Providence with 20 points after scoring a team-high 27 against Louisville.

    “It’s definitely a big deal,” Brooks said. “We knew it was going to be tough playing two nationally ranked teams.”

    The last time the Friars won back-to-back games against ranked teams they beat ninth-ranked Purdue 87-82 on Dec. 27, 1998, and No. 23 Pittsburgh 83-68 three days later.

    The Friars (13-8, 2-6 Big East) had gone 51 weeks and 17 games without a conference victory before beating Louisville but now have won two straight. On Wednesday, they never trailed, led 34-25 at halftime and stayed in front by at least seven the rest of the way.

    The cold-shooting Wildcats (17-3, 5-2) couldn’t mount a serious comeback, never scoring more than four straight points until 2:22 remained and the game was out of reach.

    “Almost every shot we took was contested,” Villanova coach Jay Wright said. “We got behind and couldn’t create any good shots for ourselves.”

    Villanova was led by Maalik Wayns with 18 points and Antonio Pena with 17 points and 15 rebounds.

    The Wildcats were coming off an 83-72 upset at No. 3 Syracuse on Saturday night and had beaten the Friars in their last eight meetings since a loss on Feb. 11, 2004. But Villanova’s top two scorers, Corey Fisher and Corey Stokes, only had seven points each and the team shot a season-low 32.5 percent from the field. Its three losses have come in its worst shooting games.

    The Friars weren’t much better, hitting only 37.3 percent of their shots but outscoring the Wildcats 31 to 14 on free throws. Brooks sank just 4 of 15 field goal attempts and missed all eight 3-pointers but hit 12 of 14 free throws.

    “He still was getting to the line and was able to fight through that,” Davis said.

    The rest of the Friars made 8 of 18 shots from 3-point range, while the Wildcats missed their first seven and finished at 4 of 22.

    “We got shots but we took the first shot every time,” Wright said. “It wasn’t selfishness. It was the way they played us.”

    Against Syracuse on Saturday, Villanova hit 50 percent of its shots while Wayns and Fisher made 6 of 7 from behind the arc in the first half. On Wednesday, Wayns was 2 for 4 on 3-pointers, but Fisher missed all four of his attempts and Stokes went 1 for 9.

    The Wildcats just couldn’t overcome the Friars tight man-to-man defense.

    “It was a smart way to play us,” Wright said.

    Davis figured he didn’t have much choice.

    “Man-to-man is what you want to be the cornerstone of your defense,” he said. “They can light it up. It wouldn’t have been a good game for us to go to any true zone.”

    Providence committed just seven turnovers in the game and stretched its nine-point halftime lead to as much as 18 on a 3-pointer by Bryce Cotton that made the score 74-56 with 2:50 left.

    Providence charged into a 6-0 lead on 3-pointers by Gerard Coleman and Vincent Council, who each scored 16 points. It was 8-4 before Villanova tied it 8-all when Pena converted offensive rebounds.

    But when Duke Mondy sank a 3-pointer just 5:52 into the game, Providence had the lead for good, 11-8. An eight-point run capped by Council’s basket made it 24-14 with 6:16 left in the half.

    Providence opened the second half with five straight points for a 39-25 lead. Villanova cut that to seven on Pena’s jumper with 10:07 to play that made it 50-43. But two free throws by Cotton and a layup by Kadeem Batts built the lead up to 54-43. Stokes, who had missed his first 11 shots, finally connected when he made a 3-pointer with 8:54 remaining that made it 54-46. But that was much too little, much too late as the Wildcats continued to miss shots and failed to make key stops.

    Until Saturday, the Friars had not won a Big East game since beating then-No. 19 Connecticut on Jan. 27 last year, also their last victory over a team ranked in The Associated Press Top 25.

    Brooks, who turned 22 on Wednesday, was asked where this birthday ranks with his others.

    “No. 1,” he said. “No. 1.”

    There are some more low numbers coming up for the Friars. After their next two games, they face No. 21 Georgetown and No.5 Connecticut.

    “Coming off our game against Louisville, if it’s ever possible to have some momentum on a one-game win, we did,” Davis said. “We felt a little less pressure as a team. We were able to knock off Louisville.”

    And now Villanova.

  • Winter of 2011

    Weather Around NYC for the Past Couple of Weeks

    looking up at the fluffy snow #walkingtoworktoday

    snowmageddon part III or IV, water towers in the background #walkingtoworktoday

    appropriate headgear for this brutal cold #walkingtoworktoday

    sad umbrella #walkingtoworktoday

    changing the outside lightbulbs at the ACE Hotel #walkingtoworktoday

    Empire State Building tonight around 10.30 pm

    Fog this morning

    Looking forward on top of the Empire State Building New Years Day 2011

    yellow & pink Vespa's caught in a snow drift on Crosby St while not #walkingtoworktoday

    Blizzageddon

    The weather over the past couple weeks has been quite the adventure. There’s been blizzards, pouring rain, nasty winds and a day or two of mildness. Starting with the huge snowflakes today as a jumping off point, I’ve put together some of the elements I noticed.

    Picture 209

     

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    DesignNotes was launched in Canada in 2005 and is now published in New York by multidisciplinary designer, writer and educator Michael Surtees. Michael tries to explore people’s daily experiences and observations with design. He can be reached at michael at michaelsurtees.com

  • Jets: So Close in Playoffs

    The Sporting Scene

    Dispatches from the playing fields by New Yorker writers.

    January 24, 2011

    Jets: So Close

    Oh, oh, oh—that hurt. Shouldn’t have. Coulda seen it coming; shoulda seen it coming. But it hurts worse because they did show such character, did pull so close, could easily—bounce here, bounce there, just one big stop—have got the ball back with a chance to win, and with it, a chance to make the greatest comeback of all time…

    A few desultory points from a morning of mourning. Some of what happened was predictable, or should have been: the Phil Spector, Wall-of-Sound approach to defensive backfield play, which worked so well against Brady, was always more vulnerable to a big quarterback who could take a hit and run, and that is what we got. (Even though Big Ben did not have a very good game, he made some very big plays.) But some of what happened was not predictable, or not so much. Why a Rex Ryan defense, made to stop the run, would be so vulnerable to it—worse than it’s ever been—and that against a banged up and run-down Pittsburgh offensive line will be an eternal mystery.

    And—yes, I know, you are not supposed to say these things—but we did get shafted on the calls. Fumble or incomplete pass? That one gets called both ways, and it got called the wrong way this time. It was not this doubtless biased blogger, but the smart guys from Football Outsiders who also pointed out, in real time, that Steelers’ lineman Chris Kemoeatu was holding essentially on every play, and never got called for it. Pittsburgh does seem to get the benefit of the doubt on penalties… and, in any case, by far the most interesting bit of sportswriting I have read this year appeared just recently in Sports Illustrated, not normally a home to the higher stats, which showed, in effect, that the home-field advantage evident in every sport is entirely a product of unconscious referee bias—the refs don’t know that they’re conforming to the crowd by calling it for the home team, but they do. (The article was apparently taken from the forthcoming “Scorecasting: The Hidden Influences Behind How Sports Are Played and Games Are Won,” by Tobias Moskowitz and L. Jon Wertheim.) A nice detail: move the crowd farther back from the field, and the effect, quite robust otherwise, diminishes. Which I suppose, in this case, means only that the hurdle we had to leap—Manning, Brady, and Big Ben, all on the road—was just too high to handle.

    One last defense. All over the tabs and the blogs this morning, people are stupidly hammering on Brian Schottenheimer for his odd-seeming calls on that goal-line drive in the fourth: you have a yard to go and you pass? Twice? What this misses, first, is that far from proving the game’s climax, the sequence turned out to be merely a prelude: the safety, and then the second Jets touchdown followed soon after, so you were basically trading seven points for nine. Responsibility for not getting the ball back after that rests entirely, and mystifyingly, with the defense. And then, on that touchdown drive, a scant few minutes later, Schottenheimer again called for a pass on fourth and one—a slant, I think it was, to Edwards. Worked like a charm, and I heard no one second-guessing him then. Schottenheimer is clearly a captive, for good or ill, of tendencies and probabilities—and they mostly pay off. The only thing wrong with the pass called down close was that it didn’t work. That’s what even a high probability play will sometimes do to you.

    In general, the idea that Schotty is a problem for the Jets is, frankly, crazy. Working for a defensive-minded coach, he has had to take pretty much single-minded responsibility for turning a rookie quarterback with minimal college experience into one capable of running an N.F.L. offense. For his troubles, he has coached that quarterback, and play-called that offense, into two consecutive championship games, both times just a whisker shy of the Super Bowl. Look at what happens to a lot of other highly drafted quarterbacks in the league—Alex Smith, Vince Young, JaMarcus Russell, just so many of them—who arrive every bit as well thought of as Sanchez and then struggle and fail, and you will come away with a still higher opinion of Brian S. There is no universe in which his is anything but a splendid record. (Yes, Santonio couldn’t figure out what he was doing on the bench in the first quarter, and neither could I. This inflects the picture; it doesn’t change it.)

    Next year? I have a sick feeling that this team, timed and primed to win this year, will fall apart a bit next—can LT and SH, not to mention JT and BE, have years remotely as good? But then Sanchez is coming into his own and… oh, well. July is nearer than we know.


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  • Technology, the Public Sphere, and Political Change

    The Political Power of Social Media

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  • For Everyone

     

    For every weirdo and crackpot that might be lurking in some crevice there are thousands of people like ourselves who value the importance of communicating and supporting each other while recognizing that we are probably doomed to extinction or worse unless the inherrent isolation and alienation in our modern world is mitigated by the power of this technology to bind us together.

    Life is not easy, and the only thing that we can do to make some of the bad stuff better is to honestly love one another and help each other and if we all do that the whole load of human sufferring can only begin to lift and become lighter.

    We will bring ourselves back from this brink of extinction one person, one note, one act of kindness, one leap of faith, one trust, one sacrifice, one prayer, one sharing, one flower, one hug, ONE LOVE at a time

    Thank You For All of The Love and Support,

    Michael

  • Mick Jagger Profile

    Mick Without Moss

    Junya Watanabe Man Comme des Garçons jacket, $1,440; Marc by Marc Jacobs shirt, $188; Lanvin scarf, $710. Go to barneys.com. Fred Leighton pin, price on request. Call (212) 288-1872. Photographs by Max Vadukul. Fashion Assistant: Lester Garcia. Grooming by Caroline Clements.
     

    December 3, 2010

    On the top floor of a photography studio somewhere in Chelsea, Mick Jagger is capering about to a sleepy reggae cover of “Eleanor Rigby.” The photographer has requested “mischief,” and Jagger is gamely attempting to provide some — pouting, smirking, stomping his feet and shrugging his shoulders in a style that is part hipster frug, part Rumpelstiltskin tantrum. He is wearing clumpy black Nikes, electric green and black socks and drainpipe jeans in a Prince of Wales plaid. (Earlier, when he arrived at the studio, he had on a shiny, aubergine-colored John Pearse jacket with camouflage lining, but this, sadly, has now been replaced by a rather more subdued Alexander McQueen drape coat.)

    Observing solemnly from the sidelines are a tailor (here to ensure that every garment fits Jagger’s elfin body correctly); Jagger’s hairdresser (flown in from England for the occasion); and Jagger’s girlfriend, the fashion designer L’Wren Scott. Scott stands six foot four in her laceless wingtips, and she is dressed from head to toe in black. With her long, pale face and mane of almost-waist-length, blue-black hair, she radiates the slightly alarming glamour of a Brothers Grimm sorceress.

    A break is called, and Jagger shakes his head as he examines the most recent set of shots on the photographer’s computer screen. He’s been opening his mouth too wide, he says: he looks as if he were “at the dentist.” His hair is giving him agita.

    Jagger turned 67 this year. He has been posing for photos — an activity he readily admits he finds “really awful, really boring” — for nearly half a century now. He has a knighthood, a fortune estimated at around $310 million and an assured place in the pantheon of rock gods. But none of this seems in any danger of making him complacent. On the contrary, he is as attentive to the nuances of his hairdo as any newly minted teen idol. “Public people put a lot of energy into what people think about them,” he tells me the following day. “Everyone does. I don’t care what they say. Everyone cares about it. You always want to control your image. I mean, you obviously can’t control it 100 percent. But if you’re a famous person, you obviously have a public personality that you try . . . that you want to project.” We are sitting in the Carlyle hotel’s Royal Suite, Jagger’s regular residence when he is in New York. A grand piano sits in the corner of the cathedral-like living room. A couple of guitars — an acoustic and a Gibson electric — are leaning against the sofa. Lying on the coffee table, alongside a bottle of Bobbi Brown Hydrating Face Tonic, is a copy of the new Diaghilev biography that Jagger has just purchased.

    “Everyone’s vain,” he continues. “It just depends on how vain you are on the day. Everyone’s vain when they have their photo taken.”

    He is right: everyone is vain. Everyone wants to look good in a picture. Few, though, can muster Jagger’s steely commitment to achieving that end. More, perhaps, than any other rock star of his generation, Jagger has made it his business to understand and control the mechanics of his own stardom. He manifests no tempery neurosis; he pulls no celebrity sulks. He just insists, calmly, on getting things done as he wants them. “I think of him as coming from the English tradition of the actor-manager,” says Lorne Michaels, the executive producer of “Saturday Night Live.” “If you watch him get ready to put on a show, you’ll see that there is nothing that he is not aware of, that he is not intimately involved with, from lighting and design to how the curtain is going to hit the floor. There are very few people whose production skills impress me, but he’s one of them. He’s as good a showman and a producer as there is.”

    “I got a powerful sense of his mastery of every detail of every aspect of the production,” says Martin Scorsese, who collaborated with Jagger on the Stones concert documentary “Shine a Light.” “And by that, I don’t just mean the music; he also has a sharp sense of cinema.” (As the documentary attests, Jagger even gave Scorsese his thoughts on where to place the cameras.) “You can delegate things to other people,” Jagger observes, “and you have to, to a certain extent, but if you’re not behind it and getting your knowledge and input into it, it’s not going to turn out as interestingly and probably it won’t be what you would like. It’ll be disappointing.”

    It is not just in creative matters that Jagger insists on his “input.” His beady oversight of the Rolling Stones’ financial affairs has, famously, helped make the band one of the richest in rock ’n’ roll history. When he is on the road, he has been known to keep a map in his dressing room, indicating the city at which the tour will go into profit. “I’ve watched very carefully what he’s done,” says Jagger’s friend and occasional collaborator Lenny Kravitz, “how he’s turned the Rolling Stones into — I hate to use this word, but, you know — the brand it is today. The way he’s turned their music into something larger and yet always stayed in control of the whole thing — it’s been a real example to me.”

    The rise of illegal file sharing and the correspondingly steep worldwide decline in CD sales have made these tough times for record companies and recording artists alike. But the Rolling Stones continue to do very nicely, thank you. This is partly because what remains of the market for CDs is dominated by baby boomers — the Stones’ demographic — and partly because Jagger, together with his recently retired financial adviser, Prince Rupert Loewenstein, has been exceptionally wily about exploiting other revenue streams. “There was a window in the 120 years of the record business where performers made loads and loads of money out of records,” Jagger says. “But it was a very small window — say, 15 years between 1975 and 1990.” Touring is now the most lucrative part of the band’s business. (The Bigger Bang tour, from 2005 to 2007, raked in $558 million, making it the highest-grossing tour of all time.) The band has also been ahead of the curve in recruiting sponsors, selling song rights and flogging merchandise. “The Stones carry no Woodstockesque, antibusiness baggage,” Andy Serwer noted approvingly back in 2002 in Fortune magazine. Indeed. Their most recent merchandising innovations include a range of “as worn by” apparel, replicating garments that individual band members sported back in the ’70s. (“It’s a very nice schmatte, actually,” Jagger comments.)

    Not everyone, of course, is enchanted by Jagger’s business smarts. There are those who see the Stones’ transformation into a brand as an affront to the very spirit of rock ’n’ roll, a betrayal of the lawless, piratical impulse that once made them great. Such romantics are inclined to question whether a song like “Street Fighting Man”(“Hey! Said my name is called disturbance/I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his servants”) can still be plausibly sung by an elderly knight who does sponsorship and licensing deals with Microsoft and Sprint. “There is at the heart of this music,” wrote the great Stones chronicler Stanley Booth in 1984, “a deep strain of mysterious insurrection and the music dies without it.”

    It is not clear, though, that Jagger was ever that serious about insurrection. Others may have seen the Stones’ music as a sacred repository of anti-establishment values, but for his part, Jagger has always seemed much more interested in rock ’n’ roll as theater, as performance — as show business. He didn’t actually mean it about killing the king, any more than he meant it about being born in a crossfire hurricane. Which is perhaps why he has never evidenced much against about being cast as a sellout: you cannot expect a man to feel guilty about reneging on principles to which he was never committed in the first place.

    Nonetheless, the idea of Jagger having sold out some crucial part of his former self remains a widespread and potent one. And, oddly enough, one of its most effective promoters has been Jagger’s bandmate Keith Richards, who, for decades now, has been publicly grumbling about Jagger’s conceit, bossiness, social climbing and so on. Until recently, his criticisms were understood to be consistent with an odd, fractious but fundamentally sound friendship. “Keith and Mick are, in many ways, 180 degrees opposite of each other,” says Don Was, who produced the last three Stones albums. “Part of the charm of the band has always been the tension between them. The rubber band gets pulled real taut sometimes. On the other hand, there’s this genuine bond and commonality. And in the end, I think, they both understand that together, they are much bigger than the sum of their parts.” Earlier this year, however, when Richards released his autobiography, “Life,” the hostility reached unprecedented heights. The book attacks Jagger on any number of fronts, from the quality of his voice to the size of his member (a “tiny todger”), but the gist of Richards’s message is that while he has has stayed true to his free-wheeling, subversive roots, Jagger has become increasingly pretentious and power-mad, an uptight, scheming Apollo to Richards’s reckless, groovy Dionysus: “Sometimes I think: ‘I miss my friend,’ ” he writes. “I wonder: ‘where did he go?’ ”

    Marianne Faithfull once claimed that of all Jagger’s relationships, the one with Richards was “the only one that really means anything to him.” But whatever hurt he feels at being so elaborately and publicly dissed by his old pal, he has kept to himself. In the past, he has responded to Richards’s gibes with a contained and rather stately snideness. (When Richards took him to task for accepting the “paltry honor” of a knighthood, he shrugged and suggested that Richards was suffering from jealousy and acting like a child: “It’s like being given an ice cream — one gets one and they all want one.”) His comeback to the latest attacks aims for a similarly frosty dignity. “Personally,” he says, closing his eyes and pressing his hand to his chest, “I think it’s really quite tedious raking over the past. Mostly, people only do it for the money.”

    Jagger has in fact, contemplated writing an autobiography of his own once or twice, but he has always ended up abandoning the idea. (“You don’t want to end up like some old footballer in a pub, talking about how he made the cross in the cup final in 1964.”) And he is content, it seems, to let Richards claim the title of lovable old rock ’n’ roll war horse. He would rather be distinguished by the renaissance breadth of his interests. He speaks excellent French. He is an ardent cricket fan. He acts. He produces movies. He reads widely in fiction and nonfiction. When asked what he has been reading lately, he leaps up to consult his Kindle and recites a long list that includes the stories of Alan Furst and Olen Steinhauer, “Churchill’s Empire” by Richard Toye and “Freedom” by Jonathan Franzen. (“It’s not really my kind of thing, but everyone was talking about it so I thought I’d have a look.”) On the morning of his interview, he missed his usual 40 minutes of every-other-day exercise in Central Park in order to attend a lecture on “wave and sand formations.” “Mick has a genuine disdain for nostalgia,” Lorne Michaels notes. “He is relentlessly curious, and more than most men of his age, he is really interested in talking about what’s happening now.”

    hroughout our conversation in the Royal Suite living room, L’Wren Scott has been conducting a business meeting in another part of the suite. The couple, who met on a photo shoot, have been together for nine years now, and Jagger has become a reliable presence at her fashion shows, providing proud boyfriend quotations to the press and a useful shot of rock ’n’ roll glamour to the proceedings. Perhaps because Scott has a serious, demanding career of her own, their relationship has given the appearance of being rather more equal and grown-up than Jagger’s previous romances. But Jagger vigorously rejects the notion that he has departed from form. “I don’t know what ‘grown-up’ means,” he says. “If you mean you’re being supportive of someone who has a life, I’d say I’ve always done that. I used to support Marianne Faithfull’s career when I was, like, 22. I used to read her scripts with her. If it was ‘The Three Sisters,’ I’d be the other sisters. I was supportive, and she’d support me too. So, no, I disagree with that. I try and help L’Wren. You always try and help whoever you’re kind of dating. I always help them out in one way or another. When I was living with Jerry Hall, I used to help her pick her model pictures, or if she was doing a stage thing, I’d read her plays with her. I mean, that’s what you do, and vice versa, they do the same for you.”

    It seems a little quaint for a 67-year-old to refer to his girlfriend of nearly a decade as someone he is “kind of dating.” But Jagger is disinclined to articulate any greater commitment. “I don’t really subscribe to a completely normal view of what relationships should be,” he says. “I have a bit more of a bohemian view. To be honest, I don’t really think much of marriage. I’m not saying it’s not a wonderful thing and people shouldn’t do it, but it’s not for me. And not for quite a few other people too, it would appear.” He laughs. “I just think it’s perhaps not quite what it’s cracked up to be. I know it’s an elaborate fantasy.”

    He goes on to talk, in a rather rambling way, about the animal kingdom and how human mores regarding marriage and fidelity correspond to what we know of primate behavior. “If you have studied or have even a passing knowledge of animal behavior, it’s hard to see how our rules and regulation fit in,” he says at one point.

    There are swans, he is reminded.

    “Oh, yeah, I love it when women say that,” he replies. “I always have a joke with L’Wren about that. Women tend to say these things more than men do, don’t they?” He affects a sentimental whisper: “ ‘They mate for life, you know.’ ” He chortles heartily at this piece of feminine nonsense. “Yeah,” he muses, when his laughter dies away, “it’s swans and there’s one other. What is it? Albatross, or something.”

    Has he, one wonders, got any better at romantic relationships over the years?

    He looks irritated for a moment. And then he breaks out the patented Jagger grin — a goofy, face-dividing beam that sends his eyes deep into his head and manages to convey, even when all evidence is to the contrary, a deep, ingenuous delight with the world. “Nah, not really,” he says. “I’m quite independent.”


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  • Giorgio Armani’s Couture

    Star Man

    Celebs Toast Armani’s Sci-Fi Couture Trip

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    Giorgio Armani’s Couture show last night was the first-ever fashion outing for both Jodie Foster and Olivia Wilde. When it was over, Jodie turned to Olivia and said, “What do we do now?” Easy. Join Mr. A., their host for the evening, at Mathis for an intimate dinner. The rest of the front row showed up, too: Pedro Almodóvar, Graeme Black, Poppy Delevingne with boyfriend James Cook, and Sophia Loren. Her date was her son Edoardo Ponti. Foster cut out early to work on her lines for God of Carnage, the film she’s making in Paris at the moment with Roman Polanski (and there are a lot of lines, as anyone who saw the stage show will recall), but Wilde was happy to sit and chat about her flood tide of new projects. When your current and future co-stars include Daniel Craig, Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds, Eric Bana, Charlie Hunnam, Chris Pine, and Justin Timberlake (even if she is playing JT’s mother), who wouldn’t want to sit and gloat…just a little?

    The Etam show at the Grand Palais, meanwhile, attracted its own fair share of celebrities, including a few—like Beth Ditto, Boy George, and Janelle Monáe—who themselves took to the stage.

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  • Fantastic Fishing in Antigua. Here is the best adventure in the Caribbean

    Fantastic Fishing in Antigua. Here is the best adventure in the Caribbean, and it is run by the best people I know in the whole World. If there is anyone, anywhere in the region that knows Antigua, it is Eli Fuller. His family has been there for four generations. Born and raised in Antigua, with an International education, he is the go to man for all of your Caribbean Vacation needs. You can contact him on his blog,

    Dolphin is delish!

    This blog is just a “reprint” of something I wrote for the Enjoy which comes out every two weeks with a list of things to do in Antigua as well as some other cool info. You can see all the issues by clicking this link.
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    Delicious Dolphin? Yes indeed! The Dolphin fish is one of the most delicious of the tropical fish species, so be sure to try some while you’re here in Antigua. First of all, I should tell you that the dolphin FISH is very different from the dolphin mammal (flipper) so don’t be alarmed to find it on local menus. To avoid that confusion many restaurants actually adopt the Hawaiian name for the fish: Mahi Mahi.
    Other than being delicious, dolphin fish are also absolutely stunning to observe in the wild. The adults average about 4 feet in length and glisten in flashes of turquoise, green and yellow. Although the dazzling colours fade once they are caught, dolphin caught by rod and reel is one of the world’s most sustainable fisheries, which means that it’s one of the most “eco friendly” choices of fish that you’ll find on the menu. While most types of seafood are facing great threat from overfishing, dolphin populations are relatively healthy. The main reason for this is that the dolphin’s reproduction and life cycle is so incredibly fast. A female dolphin just one year old can spawn up to 240 thousand eggs during her season, which lasts several months a year. Within one year of hatching, a “baby” dolphin could be three feet long, and by the time the largest adult dies of old age they will only be about four years old. At that stage a female may weigh up to 35 lbs and a male could be as much as 90 lbs. My dad has the tournament record here in Antigua with a fish he caught two years ago that weighed in at 63 lbs.
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    Dolphin fish are pelagic which means they live out in the open ocean, and their favorite place to search for food is around Sargasso weeds, flotsam or jetsam. In fact, anything floating in the Atlantic may have tiny shrimp, crabs, squid, baby turtles, and fish living around it, and it is here that the dolphin will catch most of its prey. They also go after fast moving flying fish and small mackerel, swimming up to 40 mph into the schools of prey! Speaking of prey, if you are lucky enough to be feeding on dolphin fish you should make sure that it’s not overcooked. Like most pelagic fish, dolphin meat gets quite dry when cooked for too long. So enjoy your dolphin fillet – or better yet, get out on the water while you are here and catch one yourself!

  • Relative efficiency and absolute wealth . Competitive markets, not competitive nations.

    American politics

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    • Relative efficiency and absolute wealth

      Competitive markets, not competitive nations

      Jan 25th 2011, 21:53 by W.W. | IOWA CITY

      AS THE whole nation waits with one bated breath for the chief executive’s prime-time telemarketing event, please reflect on this open letter to the president from Steven Horwitz, an economics professor at St Lawrence University:

      Dear President Obama,

      The global economy is not one of your pick-up basketball games where we try to”win the future.” It is a vast ecosystem of economic exchange and cooperation where the “object” is to improve the well-being of everyone, and especially the poor, by thinking beyond US special interests and embracing free trade in both people and goods both internally and externally.

      I endorse this message. But you don’t have to be a fan of Hayekian economists to do the same. Ezra Klein, the Washington Post‘s left-leaning politics blogger expresses a related sentiment:

      The hard question, in the end, isn’t what to do about China. It’s what to do about America. Framing the global economy as a competition rather than a shared enterprise preys on our fear of rising powers such as China and India…

      In the end, the measure of our nation isn’t in how many competitors see their economies left in the dust, but how many Americans see their incomes raised, their quality of life improved, their children’s future secured. We’re in a race not with China, but with how good we have it now, and how good we can have it tomorrow.

      I endorse this message as well. While Mr Klein’s message lacks Mr Horwitz’s blessedly broad-minded internationalist bent, it is, I believe, consistent with it. Insofar as Americans insist on remaining mainly self-regarding, we should be encouraged to focus on our absolute rather than relative level of economic achievement, and when we insist on looking over our shoulder, we should be reminded that economic growth is a positive-sum affair.

      That said, it must be emphasised that absolute gains do require sustaining a high level of “competitiveness” in both the textbook “competitive-markets” sense, and in the related sense that if Americans produce goods and services of inferior quality at low levels of efficiency, no one, including Americans, will want to buy them. Everyone, including Americans, will want to buy less expensive, less shoddy stuff made elsewhere. The best Washington can do to prevent this sad state of affairs is to promote competitive, efficient markets by regulating to reduce anti-competitive collusion, to reduce the negative externalities of economic activity, and otherwise by staying out of the way.

      Although Mr Obama’s enthusiasm for rainmaking corporate subsidy-seekers such as William Daley and Jeffrey Immelt is meant to cast him in some sort of “pro-business” light, it instead betrays a taste for the sort of government-corporate collusion that has been historically among the greatest and most persistent enemies of competitive markets. A “competitiveness” agenda that promised to make American markets actually more competitive, flexible, and efficient is something I could really believe in. But, alas, I’ve little hope. It’s going to be more money for college and subsidies for solar panels.

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