On the occasion of our dear Countess’s retirement, W looks back on three
decades of her wit and wisdom.
From Congress to the credit markets, gridlock is everywhere, says the
Countess, except fashion.
The Countess dines out and finds she has some reservations about New
York's restaurant landscape.
A nosebleed lands the Countess in a New York emergency room, where she
considers our health care system.
The Countess mourns the loss of creativity in an increasingly corporate
The Countess turns to the World Wide Web with some questions—and is less
than impressed with its answers.
Luxury may have been given a bad name in this recession, but, the
Countess argues, quality will never go out of style.
The Countess takes issue with those lacking in grace. Are you reading this, Serena and Kanye?
The Countess has had enough of the media picking on the president—even if he does bring it on himself.
The Countess laments the fact that the financial crisis has done little
to curb the excesses of the rich.
The Countess ponders the news that Ralph Lauren is coming to her
sleepy—but wealthy—alpine hideaway.
Egged on by a reader, the Countess dines out in a Manhattan pizzeria—and
has a rollicking time.
The Countess’s stimulus plan for the fashion industry: Give the customer
something to smile about.
As she ponders the new functionaries and regulations, the Countess's
crush on Obama could be fading.
Taking a page from the dashing new president, Louise calls for a fresh
The Countess believes our new president has what it takes to be
commander in chic.