From the Publisher
When this publication made its debut, it was known as The Westchester WAG.
The “Westchester” part of our name was clear enough. Not too many
people, however, knew what the word “WAG” meant and assumed it was
an acronym for “Westchester And Greenwich.” While it does serve
that function (conveniently, since we do cover that turf), “wag”
is actually a word—admittedly, one that is more commonly used by the Brits
than we Americans.
To “wag” means “to gossip” or talk about, and “a
wag” is someone who enjoys such chatter. To wag with one another is great
fun, and true to our name, this publication does it with wit and flair. Whether
in Chloe
Carrington’s gossip column; our famed social chronicle, “Wagging;”
or in our features and interviews, you’ll find we’re occasionally
wicked, but not mean-spirited. We intend this magazine to be a quick-witted
friend, the must-have guest at your dinner party and the confidante who knows
exactly what inspired your half-suppressed smile.
Two years ago, we dropped the word “Westchester” from our title.
The magazine had already come to be affectionately known as simply The WAG,
and Greenwich and its environs constituted a larger part of our growing readership.
People who live in this region (myself included) go back and forth over that
state line in search of the best our area has to offer. That’s why our
magazine does, too.
In this issue, you’ll find restaurants, jewels, shoes and more that will
tempt you to make an excursion out of your area code. Even the breathtaking
garden is a cross-border creation: The Steinhardts’ magnificent property
is in Bedford, but the landscape designers who created it are in Stamford. It
just goes to show that good things happen when you live a “waggy”
life.
P.S. Speaking of wags, our beloved Seema Boesky wrote her column before her
impending eye surgery. Happily, it was successful, and within days of her surgery,
she was the guest of honor at the gala hosted by the Junior League of Northern
Westchester. How’s that for gutsy?!
Mary Ann Liebert