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...fashionable neighborhood of Zugliget, overlooking downtown Budapest, the drabness of Communism seems a world away. Sleek, modern villas nestle beside Italianate mansions along the quiet, winding streets. Well-coiffed women in fur coats promenade upon the snow-dusted sidewalks. The district that housed many of Hungary's pre war magnates now shelters a different breed of plutocrat: the entrepreneurs who have prospered under the country's unique brand of "goulash Communism...
...called for a small, intimate, all-suites establishment. That didn't last long. It was also supposed to be named Le Rêve, after the Picasso painting, instead of Wynn, after himself. He was certain for years that he wanted all the signs in the hotel to be sleek and minimal. Then he saw the giant Louis Vuitton sign in his retail space a few weeks before the opening. "Now that's a sign!" he told his employees. All others were soon replaced by signs twice their size. The guy who once had Frank Sinatra pinch his cheeks...
...style. That has become the sensational British movie genre of our times. Think I'll Sleep When I'm Dead. Or Sexy Beast. Or Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. The newest, Layer Cake, is among the best of this mutt breed--undistinguished bloodlines that have somehow produced a sleek, fast-moving movie creature...
...Georgians have a belief that guests are a gift from God." I learned this first hand. I was the only Western journalist staying at the Baumond, a small bed and breakfast fifteen minutes from Freedom Square. As everyone else was slipping in to the high threadcount sheets at the sleek and thoroughly modern Courtyard Marriot, I was being shown in to what looked like aunt Edna's room. A bed, a desk and armoire fit snugly into the space. I was happy I was only staying there for a few hours. "Probably not a lot of wi-fi here...
...look around the white-walled, gray-carpeted room confirmed her consternation. On a polished-hardwood platform sat two sleek silver laptops, an array of wires, a variety of indeterminate stringed instruments, a single cymbal, and a jar of mayonnaise. It was a science lecture gone gonzo, a scene that seemed to cry out for several dusty volumes—or, for that matter, the electro-acoustic duo the Books, who were scheduled to headline the MFA’s latest indie rock concert...