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Sex symbols are, for the most part, disposable. And
yet there are always those, particularly in this city,
who defy logic, remaining sexy through the
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Lauren Hutton: The definition of an independent woman. And then
there’s that magnificent gap . . .
David Letterman: New York’s other gap-toothed charmer.
Debbie Harry :
Still the reigning goddess of hipsterdom.
Christie Brinkley: Is her genetic code missing the DNA for aging? As
sunny and spry today as she was back in 1979, when she
first seduced the nation on the cover of Sports
Illustrated.
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Harvey Keitel: Forget Colin Farrell. Harvey Keitel is
Hollywood’s real, and very New York, bad boy (is
it any wonder he’s constantly in divorce
court?).
Arthur Miller: He wrote Death of a Salesman. He married
Marilyn Monroe. Enough said.
Marisa Berenson: Unlike most Studio 54 alums, Berenson has avoided
becoming a “Where Are They Now?” tragedy.
When she’s at a party, she makes us believe it
might never end.
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