The Rizzoli Bookstore on 57th Street Closes — vogue.com

Over the years, when I have felt like immersing myself in Capote-era New York City, I’d jaunt through Bergdorf Goodman, trot up the street for lunch at the Russian Tea Room, and then head to Rizzoli for dessert. The delectables on offer there are always sublime: glossy, sleek books about fashion, photography, and design; I met more interesting people through these books than I ever did at a cocktail party. And when I grew up and started writing books of my own, I held book launch parties there under that witty countess’s chandelier—and considered myself officially admitted to heaven.

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