Hubert von Pantz - Toni Peebler - Peter
Pennoyer - Ruth Perelman - Emilia Fanjul
Pfeifler - Nick Pileggi - Lionel Pincus - Pauline Pitt
- Anna Lu Ponti - Dan Ponton - Princess Michael
of Kent -
Anne Pyne - Eben Pyne.
Hubert von Pantz. Late Austrian bon vivant,
husband of Avon Products Terry McConnell, creator (in the
1930s) of Schloss Mittersill, charter member of the international
Toni Peebler. New York, Sun
Valley, Palm Springs, wife of retired advertising tycoon Chuck Peebler,
active on certain
New York philanthropies such as the Central Park Conservancy.
Peter Pennoyer. Prominent New
York architect, author (with Anne Walker) of a book on the architecture
of Delano and
Aldrich; married to designer Katie Ridder.
Stewart and Dan Ponton
Ruth Perelman. Wife of Philadelphia
businessman, Ray Perelman, mother of tycoon Ron Perelman, former Philadelplhia
who now resides much of the time in Palm Beach.
Emilia Fanjul Pfeifler. Daughter
of New York/Palm Beach’s Emilia and Pepe Fanjul, the sugar magnate
who also owns, with his brothers, Casa del Campo in the Dominican Republic.
Mrs. Pfeifler runs
a successful public relations firm here in New York and is active in charity
benefits and social life on the New York/Palm Beach axis.
Firyal of Jordan and Lionel Pincus
John Mashek and Pauline
Nick Pileggi. Prolific author, screenwriter
for both TV and film, producer; long successful marriage to writer/director
popular couple on the social scene.
Pincus. Wall Street banker, CEO of Warburg Pincus, another
white haired gentleman who looks every inch the patrician that he is, the soft-spoken
but powerful Mr. Pincus merged his venture capital, investment and financial
consulting firm with the venerable E.M.Warburg Company in 1966 and changed
the named to E.M. Warburg Pincus & Co. Since establishing a London office
in 1987, the firm expanded to Hong Kong, Seoul, Tokyo, Mumbai, and Beijing.
Since 1971 the firm has sponsored ten private equity investments funds with
committed capital in excess of $19 billion.
On meeting, Mr. Pincus is a family man who had a long marriage that ended with
his wife’s death more than ten years ago. In the last several years he
has been the companion of Princess Firyal of Jordan, a Palestinian born former
wife of the brother of the late King Hussein. Princess Firyal is one of the
most glamorous and interesting women on the international social scene, long
a hostess in London and Paris (where she maintains homes) and here in New York,
and her presence in Mr. Pincus’ life has added a touch of glamour that
he neither previously possessed nor seemed interested in. They are a very popular
couple on the social scene.
Pitt. A member of the George Baker banking
(First National City/now Citibank) family, Mrs. Pitt is mother
of Serena Boardman and Samantha Boardman Rosen, two of the
most popular members of the younger social set here and in
Palm Beach. Married for years to Dixon Boardman, she’s
resided all her life in Manhattan, Locust Valley, and in
Palm Beach. After her divorce from Boardman several years
ago she married businessman Bill Pitt who was many years
her senior and died after less than two years of marriage.
Michael of Kent. Austrian-born wife of Prince Michael of Kent, brother
of the Duke
of Kent and first cousin of the Queen.
The princess who is tall, blonde and royal looking, often visits
New York where she is at present preparing for the publication
of her book, The Serpent and the Moon, the story of a
classic triangle in the once royal house of France, to be published
by Simon & Schuster in September.
Anna Lu Ponti. New York
based, Italian born jewelry designer.
Dan Ponton. Palm Beach club
owner and restaurateur, Mr. Ponton owns Club Colette, one of the most
popular private clubs
used for dinner dances, wedding receptions, and charity benefits in
She was most recently in the news one night a couple of weeks ago where the television
mega-mogul Doug Cramer, along with writer Hugh Bush,
took her to the movies and then on to dinner at Da Silvano where they were given
a prime table.
Silvano’s was rockin’, as Silvano’s often is, being the melting
pot of hip and celebrity that it is, and the appearance of British royalty, at
least this particular lady, seemed to rustle the vibes. The group at the next
table were very loud, and at times grew very louder. Loud enough so that the
princess and her friends couldn’t hear the waiter recite the specials.
Has that ever happened to you? The people next door are so raucous you can’t
hear? And you just want grasp them to your bosom and thank them for loving thy
neighbor (and then maybe call in Tony Soprano to make them an offer they can’t
and Princess Michael of Kent
Well, that’s what happened to Princess Michael on this night. And with
no Tony Soprano in sight. Under the Maytime moon. The waiter twice asked the
neighbors if they could pipe down for a sec. Then again, to be fair, at Silvano’s
that’s about as reasonable as asking a subway train to pull quietly into
the station. Finally, however — and a long however it became — the
princess (no doubt not in a wistful mood) put her hand on her neighbors’ table
and made a request similar to that of the waiter’s.
By the time the story turned up in the next morning’s tabloids all over
the world, that royal hand might as well have been the fist of der Fuhrer shaking
the continent of Europe. The neighbors were outraged at the royal effrontery.
Pretty Please. Sweetheart. Shortly after, the princess surrendered and asked
to be removed to another part of the restaurant, not prime, and even empty at
this point (10:30-ish). On her way to Siberia, she was then heard making a comment
instantly translated by her (former) neighbors into a racial slur, and instantly
duly telephoned (by some enterprising PR person sitting within whispering distance)
to a tabloid in search of a headline.
Passing by her neighbors, the princess muttered something about herself now having
to “move to the colonies.” Her gracious neighbors heard this as a
suggestion that they “move to the colonies.” Esoteric all around,
no? “The Colonies” is the British term for “Siberia” in
a restaurant. Princess Michael was regretting her own move to “The Colonies,” not
the other way around, as was eagerly misinterpreted by her enthusiastically self-styled “Victims.” Suffice
to say, she should have kept it to herself.
Personally I don’t believe the princess made a racial slur. At least not
in Da Silvano on a Wednesday night in late May. For even if that were her habit
(and I don’t know that it is), and even she had felt like it, she’s
not stupid enough to make it in public.
all of this, no one (and certainly no tabloid) ever asked what
would have happened had Princess Michael’s neighbors kindly
let her and Mr. Cramer and Mr. Bush hear their waiter? So they
could order their dinner. In the restaurant. Which of course wouldn’t
have made some people’s evening more interesting, and ruined
someone else’s. And wouldn’t have made the papers the
Pyne. New York/old Southampton; novelist/interior designer;
daughter of Betty Sherrill, head of the old line decorating firm of McMillen
Eben Pyne. Handsome debonair New York
businessman, corporate board member and philanthropist, the white-haired,
Mr. Pyne looks every inch
the patrician that he is, a literary descendent of the worlds of Edith Wharton
in yesteryear and Louis Auchincloss today. Member of one of New York society’s
oldest families, he grew up in the famous house still standing on the southwest
corner of Park Avenue and 69th Street.
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