Thursday, November 12, 2026
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Sick of the dating apps and have, like, way too much money laying around? Hire a luxury matchmaker! Esquire contributor Abigail Covington spoke to a man who spent a boatload of cash to try to find his soulmate. Find out if it worked at the link below. —Chris Hatler, deputy editor
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Sure, I could go on Tinder, swipe through profiles, and find women interested in me. But that’s a long process, and I don’t want to put in the same effort I did 20 or 30 years ago.
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I’m what I would call a silver fox. I’m 70 years old now, and I’m in excellent physical, mental, and financial shape. I’ve been married twice and dated plenty of women. Over the years, I’ve tried just about every way to meet someone: bars, introductions through friends, dating sites, apps. But at this stage of my life, I can afford the very best—so I decided to shell out $250,000 for a top-of-the-line matchmaker.
Some people spend $250,000 on a car or $75,000 on a vacation in Positano. Others fly private. Sure, you could spend a fraction of that money, but you’d get a lesser experience. I look at matchmaking the same way. Sure, I could go on Tinder, swipe through profiles, and find women interested in me. But that’s a long process, and I don’t want to put in the same effort I did 20 or 30 years ago. I'm interested in finding someone I’m actually compatible with.
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There are several ways to respond when you've admitted to an affair, your company's shares are tumbling, and even the White House is discussing your private life. Turning up in a spectacularly studded Saint Laurent leather jacket is one of them. Resigning is another.
For a while, it seemed like Jensen Huang, the 63-year-old former CEO of Nvidia, had opted for the former. A photograph showing the tech billionaire in an archival Hedi Slimane YSL biker jacket went viral this week. The internet was delighted. There was just one problem: The photograph was fake.
The resignation, which came just this morning, was real.
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Justin Theroux carefully holds the brush perpendicular to the sheet of paper. For the last twenty-odd minutes, he’s been learning how to press, glide, press a single Japanese kanji character: 永, eternity.
The fifty-five-year-old actor has been practicing each one methodically, including a particularly tricky “airplane” maneuver in which he must hold the brush outward, away from his chest, and guide it gently across the sheet to make a tail that broadens as it travels before ending on a punctuating point at which he must deftly lift his hand away.
Despite praise from his instructor, a renowned Japanese calligrapher called Mamimozi—“Sugoi!” she exclaims, which means amazing—Theroux groans at his subpar airplane attempts. He’s not satisfied with good enough, especially now that the stakes have heightened: He’s been handed a thicker sheet that, once it’s inked with 永, will be framed as a gift to take back home to New York after this trip to Japan.
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