July 23, 2006 |
Ben Goldhirsh is zipped into his wetsuit, at the wheel of a cluttered old Ford. He pulls into the parking lot at Topanga Beach, kills the ignition and checks the surf. "Do you know Biggie's 10 Crack Commandments?" he asks. (That's the Notorious B.I.G.) "Interestingly enough, a lot of the life lessons my dad tried to pass on to me bear a striking similarity to Biggie's 10 Crack Commandments." He laughs, a little uncomfortably. "Rule No. 1 is never let anyone know how much money you have."
February 9, 1990 |
For much of her 66 years, Caroline Rose Hunt, one of the nation's wealthiest women, focused her attention on doing good works and raising five children. More often than not, she shunned the spotlight that was hers for the asking, merely by virtue of being one of the Hunt dynasty of Dallas.
June 17, 1999 |
Consider this time-honored taunt: The USC marching band strikes up "Tribute to Troy," arousing fans to keep tempo by flashing their fingers in a victory sign. In the opposing bleachers, UCLA students begin to mock them by waving luxury-car keys. Or dollar bills. Or credit cards. "They're trying to say we're all spoiled rich kids," said Summer Neilson, one of USC's blond, blue-eyed song leaders. "You know, USC, University of Spoiled Children. And they're all poor Bruins. It's so lame." Lame?
March 23, 1992 |
They were the children of privilege. As boys, they went to school together, joined the same Scout troop and passed their teen-age years around the pool at the Palma Ceia Golf and Country Club or sailing in Tampa Bay. They dressed a certain way, in khaki and Polo shirts, and met at the same bars. They did the same drugs. They went to college but felt no pressure to finish. They were boys who grew older but who never grew up.
February 23, 1993 |
Ignacio E. Lozano Jr., former publisher of the largest Spanish-language newspaper in the United States, is among the 50 wealthiest Latinos in the United States, according to the first such listing by Hispanic Business Magazine. Lozano, 65, who turned over the reins of Los Angeles-based La Opinion Newspapers to his son, Jose, in 1986, is president of Lozano Enterprises Inc., the parent corporation of La Opinion. He lives in Lido Isle.
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March 16, 2003 |
Although Susan and Nicholas Pritzker purchased their $2.5-million ranch several years ago, it was not until they disclosed plans to build a 10-structure family compound totaling 54,000 square feet that residents learned of the renowned hotelier's desire to go rural -- very rural. An hour's drive north of San Francisco, Nicasio's population of 589 could fit into just one of the Pritzker family's 212 Hyatt hotels.
November 27, 1988 |
The door swings open to a vestibule the size of some small apartments. Joseph, the butler, leads guests into a foyer whose inlaid marble floor might serve for ballroom dancing at minor diplomatic functions. A swirling staircase twists up to the second floor, where a Renoir pastel hangs over the fireplace. Downstairs, the kitchen is discreetly out of sight.
October 4, 1991 |
The hand-lettered sign over Peg Yorkin's office in West Los Angeles warns: "Absolutely No Soliciting." It's not to be taken too literally. On Wednesday, Yorkin told a Washington news conference that she was making a $10-million endowment and gift to the Feminist Majority Foundation and the Fund for the Feminist Majority, a sister organization that she co-founded in 1987.
January 18, 2000 |
When Seiji Ozawa is unhappy with a concerto performed by the Boston Symphony Orchestra, he taps his baton and they all start over. When John Updike hates a chapter he's written, he shreds it. When architect Graham Gund recently had second thoughts about the house he was building for himself here, he called in a bulldozer. Down came the walls, roof and four chimneys of the large four-module edifice. Out went the foundations. Gund, a prominent designer here, started over, more modestly this time.
April 28, 2003 |
If you ever get a chance to experience life in an Edwardian manor house, here's a tip: Try for a part in the upper class. "It was absolutely wonderful for the most part," said John Olliff-Cooper, who was Sir John, master of the house. But two scullery maids -- faced with scrubbing pots for 18 hours a day -- didn't see it the same way. They left. One lasted only three days.