Your last name opens doors before you do. You grew up under banquettes and crystal chandeliers, watching who mattered and why. Everyone knows you. More importantly, you know everyone. This city raised you. You return the favor.

YOUR UNIFORM:
Sunglasses at night, a flower brooch, a fur coat, snakeskin heels, impeccably tailored pants, matching peach lips and cheeks, perfect hair, and the nostalgic thrill of a childhood spent in the city that never sleeps.