A SECRET WEAPON FOR IRIS APFEL

, “I didn’t want to own my boy or girl lifted by a nanny, and you will’t do anything—it’s difficult.”Charmingly impolite, brilliantly abrupt, carrying gigantic owlish glasses and necklaces that seem like pythons sliding all around her oesophagus, Apfel is the type of uncommon nonagenarian people want to help keep hold of. The next day,