(Alexis Soloski’s article appeared in The New York Times, 9/10; via Pam Green.)
On a recent afternoon, Bruce Willis slipped into a two-bedroom suite on the 11th floor of the Trump International Hotel Central Park, at Columbus Circle. The room was decorated in taupes, grays and sedate purples, so tasteful it nearly came back around to tasteless. Mr. Willis looked pretty tasteful, too, in an off-white shirt, tan corduroy pants and gray sneakers. He had a handsome scruff of salt-and-pepper stubble and a bald head that shone like the dome of some well-tended mosque.
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