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THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF PHOENIX
The legend of the phoenix is familiar. Considered both Greek and Egyptian in origin, the story is the same— the brilliant crimson-andgold bird bursts into flames, only to be resurrected, just as glorious, rising from the ashes of its own destruction.
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One can understand why, then, the mythical bird is such an appealing one for Phoenix House, the famed rehabilitation center founded in 1967. “We, who have destroyed our lives by substance addiction, are striving to do [sic] rise from the ashes of our defeat to take our rightful place in society,” reads its website. In terms of nonprofit drug-and-alcohol rehabilitation centers, it doesn’t get much bigger than Phoenix House. Supporters include Beyoncé, who founded a cosmetology training center within Phoenix House, and a long list of honorees from its annual Fashion Awards fundraiser, among them Tory Burch, Glenda Bailey, Andrew Rosen, Diane von Furstenberg, and more.
But the bird’s tale has taken on another meaning. In a stranger-than-fiction twist, rising like a phoenix is exactly what Phoenix House founder Dr. Mitchell S. Rosenthal is attempting to do with his own life after a long-simmering extramarital affair, now public knowledge in Upper East Side social circles, set him upon a path of ruin.
Dr. Rosenthal, known universally as Mitch, is movie-star handsome and astonishingly pedigreed. A psychiatrist at the U.S. Naval Hospital in Oakland, California, during the Vietnam War, Dr. Rosenthal founded Phoenix House while serving as deputy commissioner of New York City’s Addiction Services Agency. He has been in the business of addiction since. Now 85, he walks a fine line between being craggy and rugged and, at any rate, appears far more youthful than his years should allow for. In 1990, he married Sarah Simms, Ph.D., a psychotherapist. It was his second marriage. But Rosenthal’s wandering eye never blinked. “It’s an open secret,” said a longtime friend of all parties involved. “I’ve known about this for years.” This is a long-term affair that Rosenthal had with society powerhouse Annette Tapert, a cool, patrician blonde.
Tapert, 65, who has authored or coauthored more than 10 books, including memoirs of Slim Keith, Swifty Lazar, and Siegfried and Roy and a smattering of style-centric books, seemed to embody the glamour about which she wrote. Her first marriage to investment banker William Tapert dissolved when she met her second husband, Vanity Fair writer Jesse Kornbluth. During her affair with Rosenthal she was—and is currently— married to investor, racehorse owner, and breeder H. Joseph Allen, 80, who is based in Palm Beach.
Tapert is well known in society circles, where her charm and work ethic have taken her far. She’s appeared as a talking head on such television shows as Million Dollar American Princesses (2015), E! Mysteries & Scandals (1998), and Charlie Rose (1995). And, added an old friend of Tapert, “She was great working a room.”
For Tapert, a longtime supporter of Phoenix House, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her and Rosenthal to be seen in each other’s company, until rumors started swirling and it was. “It was not unusual that they were out together,” said the longtime friend. “There were always pictures of Mitch and Annette together,” but then, “You couldn’t not put it together.”
Complicating matters was the fact that Rosenthal’s paramour was a friend to Dr. Simms, Rosenthal’s wife, who seemed increasingly left out in the cold.
“It’s not a pretty story,” added the longtime friend, but “Annette is staying with Joe and Sarah is on her own.”
In fact, Tapert’s old friend said, the affair was never seen as a threat her marriage. “She was never not with Joe Allen.”
Though an open secret among some, it was closed perhaps to the most concerned parties. Simms only learned about the affair after the fact. (It is said that H. Joseph Allen is still unaware.) But now Simms is not staying silent.
“It was a long time before I found out about them,” Simms told Avenue. “Annette was my friend—we were all friends.”
But among the gilded traveling circuit, philandering isn’t exactly unheard of. (However, it is usually carried off with a bit more discretion.) No, the real tea was that not only had Rosenthal stepped out on Simms with Tapert but that he, perhaps the best-known of all addiction experts and the founder of one of the most successful rehabilitation facilities in America, had developed a drinking problem in the aftermath of the affair that lead to his stepping away from Phoenix House in 2015. In terms of downfalls, you couldn’t ask for a more perfect crater.
Rosenthal, naturally, disputes this. Though he admitted to Avenue he had had a drinking problem, he says it was unrelated to his affair. “I did not start drinking because of this,” he says. “About one and a half years ago, I felt I was drinking too much. I dealt with it and that’s the end of it.” He added, “It seems to me not to be as juicy as it sounds.”
Perhaps not. But his quick departure from Phoenix House—and subsequent scrubbing from their press materials—in order to found the much smaller and less prestigious Rosenthal Center for Addiction Studies does seem puzzling at best. According to the organization’s 2019 finance report, Rosenthal is the center’s only paid employee, and it boasts a questionable board of directors—which includes not only Tapert but “electroceutical” entrepreneur Chip Fisher and Douglas Schoen, perhaps best known as a lobbyist for Ukrainian oligarch Victor Pinchuk.
It’s a far cry from Rosenthal at Phoenix House’s prime. As the addiction center’s founder and public spokesperson, Rosenthal was its smiling and charming face. He seemed always to be out networking, socializing and always looking for donations. And—since who doesn’t want to support second chances—he was soon pressing flesh with fashion industry leaders like Tommy Hilfiger, Vera Wang, and Diane von Furstenberg, as well as actress Mary Steenburgen and local leaders Andrew Cuomo, Michael Bloomberg, Cardinal Timothy Dolan, and more. But his matinee smile irked some longtime Rosenthal watchers.
“He turned on the charm and made a success of himself, but he always felt a little off to me,” says one media exec who has known Rosenthal since his first marriage. “I don’t trust him. I ran into him all the time—he goes to a lot of parties.”
This media executive also knew Rosenthal’s first wife, author and interior design expert Ellen May, now Ellen May Wright. “Years ago, we played tennis with them,” the exec says. “We heard he screwed around on her.” After they divorced, “She was too much of a lady to blast him and she remarried very quickly.”
Rosenthal and Tapert met after his first marriage ended. The very social Rosenthal loved organizing dinner parties for friends, mainly couples, at the iconic East Side Taiwanese restaurant Pig Heaven. These salon-like evenings were called “Pig Dinners,” the old friend explained, and the guest list included a collection of boldfaced names at the time like Judge Kimba Wood, Time’s Michael Kramer, and Vanity Fair’s Jesse Kornbluth and his wife, Annette Tapert.
At that time, Rosenthal’s charm and charisma seemed to know no bounds. “In New York City, Mitch was an important figure,” Simms said. “He was divorced for a long time and he’s very… exceptionally good-looking.”
Rosenthal, then 54, and Simms, then 33, married in 1990 and became a team in every way. He raised both money and the profile of Phoenix House while Simms was earning her Ph.D., and afterward she became an adolescent family therapist, seeing clients at Phoenix House and in private practice. They were the benign king and queen of the demimonde. Unfortunately, after ten years of marriage, Simms became ill with myalgic encephalomyelitis, otherwise known as chronic fatigue syndrome. The disease transformed her from a vital, vibrant, and active woman to one whose activity is dictated by the level of fatigue she feels each day. “When I collapse into bed, the fatigue actually hurts,” Simms wrote for Thrive Global in 2018. “It has completely upended my life.” In more ways than one. According to Tapert’s old friend, Rosenthal’s affair began during Simms’s health crisis. “When he started to take care of her because she couldn’t take care of herself, they’re no longer partners in all respects.” The friend added: “There are couples who are teams with a real marriage and then there are just couples.”
Simms tells a slightly different story. “It was not one thing—not Annette, not the alcohol—it was a slow unraveling, and all of the things pulled us apart. We’re not divorced, but we live separate, independent lives,” she said, adding, “but there is still”—she paused—“consideration between us... It’s an unusual arrangement as it exists,” she continued, “This is not a War of the Roses situation. We can cohabitate because it’s a big enough apartment that we can maintain privacy.” But she added, “We’re not getting back together—it’s not going to happen.” In fact, Simms, who admits she has a profile on Bumble, says “I put myself on it because a friend said, you’re 65, what are you waiting for?”
Though her rift with Dr. Rosenthal might be permanent, Dr. Simms has reached a détente with Tapert, who couldn’t be reached for comment. Simms says, “We made peace.”
All this leaves Rosenthal smoldering out in the cold. But don’t mourn yet. As he well knows, belief is an integral part of rehabilitation, and Dr. Rosenthal clings to a mixture of faith and, perhaps, delusion. According to him, he is still happily married. Rosenthal insists things with Simms are “fine.” “We are together,” he told Avenue. “We do a lot of things separately, but we live together.” And it is, perhaps, through that gap, between reality and myth, that Dr. Rosenthal hopes to reemerge, glorious once again.
LUKE ALBERT/REPRODUCED BY PERMISSION OF PHAIDON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nut Butter Multigrain Toast with Poached Fruits
When I started out in oncology, the field was focused on attacking tumor cells. But over the past 20 years, we’ve learned to think of cancer as part of an ecosystem, and that ecosystem is the body. Simply put, if you have a healthy lifestyle, your ecosystem is more hostile to cancer cells and to illness in general. I think Covid-19 really showed that to us. People with underlying conditions suffered much more than those with a healthy and functioning ecosystem. Diet is, of course, a big part of that. But what I found was that after I explained the basic principles of a healthy diet—less sugar, less butter, less salt, less meat, more plants— my patients would say, “Great. But I need something specific. I need recipes.” I didn’t pick up cooking until about ten years ago. Before that I was too busy with my residencies and studying for my MD, PhD. But once I did start, I found my knowledge of molecular biology extremely helpful. Cooking is just another form of chemistry. These recipes represent not just years of experimenting in the kitchen but also draw on my work as a doctor as well. They find ways to be delicious that don’t harm the body. They are life-affirming and, because studies show that 40–60 percent of all cancers are related to lifestyle choices and 15–30 percent are linked to diet, they can literally be lifesaving too.
Nut Butter Multigrain Toast with Poached Fruits
Toast is a staple breakfast food, but regular white bread toast with butter and jam is high in simple carbohydrates and saturated fat. I use multigrain to replace white bread, nut butter to replace cow’s milk butter, and poached fruit to replace jam or jelly. The carbohydrates in white bread are mainly from white flour, but multigrain bread includes other grains and seeds, so it has more fiber, B vitamins, vitamin E, and minerals. Nut butter has more unsaturated fat than butter and is dairy-free. I like sunflower seed butter for its distinct taste, but use your favorite unsweetened nut butter. Finally, the quick-poached fruit I make here is sweetened by cooking it in its own juices, so it doesn’t have any added sugar as both jam and jelly do.
ServeS: 4
Ingredients
• 4 medium apples, pears, peaches, or plums (or a combination), unpeeled and cut into slices 1 inch (1.25 cm) thick • 4 slices multigrain or whole wheat bread • 4 tablespoons unsweetened nut or seed butter, such as sunflower seed butter, almond butter, or peanut butter
Instructions
In a medium saucepan, combine the sliced fruit with enough water to just barely cover the fruit. Bring to a boil, then reduce the heat to a simmer. Cover and cook until the fruit is tender and translucent, 7–10 minutes, depending on the fruit you’ve chosen. Drain off any excess water.
Toast the bread to your desired doneness.
Spread the nut butter on the toast, top with the poached fruit slices, and serve.
Aioli Shrimp with Walnuts
Shrimp (prawns) are a good source of marine protein, and walnuts are rich in plant protein and plant oil. This combination serves as a healthy protein dish that pairs well with light-tasting vegetables and carbohydrates. You may be aware that shrimp is high in cholesterol, but there is “bad” cholesterol (LDL, low-density lipoprotein), which can cause damage to the body, and “good” cholesterol (HDL, high-density lipoprotein), which helps the body remove the bad cholesterol. Shrimp in moderate amounts was found to actually raise the levels of good cholesterol (HDL) more than the bad cholesterol (LDL). Look for shrimp with translucent and firm flesh, which indicates freshness. It is easy to overcook shrimp, which will make them hard and dry. Shrimp that are fresh and properly cooked should feel almost crunchy when you eat them. In the dish, I prefer the healthier homemade aioli over mayonnaise because it uses olive oil. The milk powder adds creaminess to the dressing, but you can omit it if you don’t have it.
For dairy-free, omit the milk powder
• 16 shrimp, peeled and deveined • 1 teaspoon kosher (flaked) salt • 1 teaspoon cornstarch • Pinch of freshly ground white pepper or black pepper • ¼ cup (2 fl oz/60 ml) olive oil • 1 cup (150 g) walnuts • 2 tablespoons honey • 2 scallions, cut into 1-inch (2.5-cm) lengths • 2 tablespoons aioli or mayonnaise • 1 teaspoon milk powder (optional) • 2 tablespoons chopped parsley
Instructions
In a medium bowl, combine the shrimp, salt, cornstarch, and pepper. Mix well to coat each shrimp.
In a large frying pan, heat the olive oil over medium-low heat. Add the walnuts and fry until lightly browned, stirring occasionally, about 2 minutes. Transfer the walnuts to a bowl, add the honey, and toss to coat the walnuts.
Increase the heat under the frying pan to medium. Add the shrimp and scallion (spring onion) segments to the oil remaining in the pan. Cook, stirring occasionally, until opaque and cooked through, about 3 minutes. Remove to a serving bowl.
Add the aioli to the bowl and sprinkle with the milk powder (if using). Toss to mix well. Add the walnuts and toss again. Sprinkle with the parsley.
Kiwi and Honeydew Sorbet with Cashew Milk
I typically look for dessert options other than ice cream, because of its cold temperature and high sugar content. Cold desserts chill the stomach, impeding digestive functions when you need them the most, after a meal. On those occasions when you really do want a cold dessert, eat this low-sugar, dairy-free fruit sorbet. You can replace the kiwi and melon with almost any other fruits, such as mangoes, raspberries, or peaches. You can also use frozen fruits.
ServeS: 4
Ingredients
• 4 kiwifruits, peeled and cut in half • 1 lb (450 g) honeydew melon, peeled and cut into ½-inch (1.25-cm) pieces • 1 tablespoon honey • 4 tablespoons unsweetened cashew milk • 4 dashes of triple sec liqueur (optional)
Instructions
Arrange the fruit chunks on a baking sheet and freeze until solid, at least 1 hour.
Meanwhile, chill a blender jar or the bowl of a food processor. (If you have a blender with a very narrow base, the food processor may be a better option here.)
Put the frozen fruits and honey in the chilled blender or food processor. Pulse until the fruit is in tiny crystals and is light and fluffy.
Divide among four glasses. Drizzle 1 tablespoon of cashew milk and a dash of triple sec (if using) over each serving.
LUKE ALBERT/REPRODUCED BY PERMISSION OF PHAIDON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Kiwi and Honeydew Sorbet with Cashew Milk
Polly Amorous
During the Jazz Age, drugs, sex, and alcohol could always be found at legendary madam Polly Adler’s “house,” Aria Darcella reports.
“No one starts out to be a whore,” the notorious madam Polly Adler once said. No one starts out to be a madam either, let alone the most successful and glamorous one of Prohibition-era New York. But that’s exactly where Adler ended up during her reign: sitting atop the glittering swell of New York City’s nightlife by catering to its seedy underbelly. Adler was born, one of nine siblings, into a devout, tight-knit Jewish community at the turn of the century in what is now Belarus. Her father, impoverished, devised a way to send his children to America one at a time. At 13, Adler was the first to go.
She soon settled with family friends in Massachusetts, but the respite was short-lived. Despite a steady job at a paper factory and classes at night school, Adler was too ambitious to stay put. It didn’t help that her hosts were dreadfully cold to her. So she decamped to Brooklyn, staying with family. This time it was a corset factory in which she worked, making a paltry $5 a week. The hours were long, and the exhausted Adler often fell asleep at night school. Ultimately, Adler quit her studies, instead finding freedom in the dance halls of Manhattan and the amusements of Coney Island.
Her conservative relatives tolerated it, until a young Polly spent a full night out with the not-yetfamous Broadway star Harry Richman. At only 19 years old, Adler was out on her own, with nothing but her own wits to ensure her safety.
“Polly lived in a time of tremendous hypocrisy...men were far more willing to pay women for access to their bodies than for their minds,” Debby Applegate, author of Madam: The Biography of Polly Adler, explains. “She was one of millions of women who found themselves getting the short end of the social stick, who decided, ‘To hell with this, I’m going to take care of myself.’”
Adler moved to Manhattan, living in a luxurious Upper West Side apartment with an aspiring singer. “It was a sweet story the way she told it, but not a very likely one,” writes Applegate. “The details of how [Adler] found herself living with a showgirl in a deluxe apartment on Riverside Drive didn’t add up. How an unemployed singer and an out-of-work factory worker managed to pay the rent on a nine-room apartment...she never even tried to explain.”
Murky details aside, Adler’s entrée into the underworld was complete by 1920, when she was running her first brothel, working for an amateur “wise guy” named Nick Montana. The timing was auspicious. It was the same year Prohibition was passed, a boom for enterprising criminal elements. “If I had all of history to choose from, I could hardly have picked a better age in which to be a madam,” she would later write. While Montana handled the money and rent on an apartment in Morningside Heights, Adler procured the girls and kept the place running. With her acquisitive eye and keen business sense, it wasn’t long before she started averaging $100 a week.
Naturally, as her involvement with the underworld increased, so too did her brushes with the law. In December of that year, Adler was arrested for the first time when a pair of vice squad officers burst into the apartment and took her and another girl down to the station. Montana bailed her out, got her a lawyer, and Adler managed to evade charges. Nevertheless, it proved a harrowing experience. More pressingly, she had been outed to her neighbors. But the experience taught Adler an important lesson: now she knew to grease the palms of dirty cops, and developed what Applegate calls a “sixth sense for danger” in avoiding future raids.
Adler was becoming a pro. She learned to keep extremely detailed notes about her clients and their preferences; she weeded out undercover cops; and she started keeping her brothel open 24 hours a day. “She was really good at all the bourgeois virtues: she could save money, she could do accounting. She knew how to run a home in a way that was homey and warm,” explains Applegate. “But more importantly, she was good at her business in a business filled with people who are not good at running businesses.”
Soon Adler’s brothel was a favorite for a who’s who of the underworld. Gangsters like Arnold “the Brain” Rothstein, Lucky Luciano, and Bugsy Siegel, among others, became regulars at her house. But her fans weren’t only from the shadowy reaches of the mafia. Among her famous clients were vaudevillian-turned-gossip columnist Walter Winchell, industrialist Jock Whitney, and humorist Bob Benchley, usually with fellow Algonquin Round Table member Dorothy Parker, who would chat with Polly while the men were in flagrante delicto. Though never substantiated, there were rumors she was visited by a Vanderbilt, a Rockefeller, and even then-governor Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
“They would just stop by for a nightcap,” says Applegate of Adler’s more prestigious guests. “Or they would stop by because they could party there without people peering into their business unlike at the Stork Club or the more fancy nightclubs.”
Part of the draw was Adler herself—she was lively, entertaining company. Oscar-winning songwriter Jimmy Van Heusen described her as “warm and funny, smart and gutsy and fun to be around.”
As the money rolled in, Adler invested in her own brothels, setting up shop in upscale buildings across the city, decorating them with themed rooms (like a bar inspired by King Tut’s tomb), and providing the absolute best hooch and food available. She also slowly invested back in herself, buying finer clothing and springing for nice haircuts and manicures.
WORKING GIRLS Above: Manhattan madam Polly Adler, right, partying with some of the call girls she employed. Opposite: Adler on holiday in Palm Beach in 1930 with another one of her call girls.
By 1927, she was pulling in an estimated $60,000 annually—about $900,000 today. Her success was strong enough to withstand the initial blow of the stock market crash. In fact, by 1930 so many women were coming to her for work that she was turning away upward of 40 for every one she hired.
But as New York vowed to clean itself up, the authorities began to push Adler out. Though under Mayor Jimmy Walker Adler had been able to operate her business by paying off cops and politicians, the end of Tammany Hall meant the end of Adler’s golden era. In 1931 she was dragged into the Seabury Commission, an investigation into corruption in the city. And in 1933, under the administration of the new mayor, Fiorello La Guardia, Adler spent 24 days in jail.
Throughout the decade, Adler was hounded by police and frequently arrested. Adler, whose
TRICKS OF THE TRADE Clockwise from above: 201 West 54th street, one of Adler’s main brothel locations from 1924 to 1934; Adler’s business card, a discrete play on her name; Adler exiting a police van after being arrested during a raid.
name was splashed in the papers each time, found it difficult to get straight work. She was a branded woman. By 1945, she shuttered her doors in New York for good and moved to California.
Out West she had a new lease on life. After finally graduating high school at the age of 45, Adler worked with a ghostwriter on a new venture: her memoir. After being rejected by nearly all New York’s male publishers, who were fearful it would tarnish their reputations, literary agent Ann Watkins and publisher Mary Roberts Rinehart saw it for the gold mine it was. They were right. When the book, A House Is Not a Home, was finally published in 1953 it was an instant hit, selling two million copies. It even spawned a film adaptation with Shelley Winters as Adler. Unfortunately, Adler didn’t live long enough to see it. She died of lung cancer in Los Angeles at the age of 62 in 1962.
SCARLET LETTERS Adler posing with copies of her best-selling memoir, A House Is Not a Home, in 1953.
Despite her infamy in New York, the news of Adler’s death only garnered three sentences in the New York Times. Then, as much as now, outlaw women were rarely lionized into the pop-culture antiheros men of their age were. But Adler’s passing might have gone unnoted for other reasons too, namely that it complicates our romanticized notions of that Jazz Age.
“We think of that time as a time of glamorous nonstop parties. But somebody had to do the work,” Applegate says. “Looking at the mechanics behind the American dream, you can see how often the people who are making the world glamorous are actually poor young women being paid to provide somebody else’s pleasure, and how often these parties are a cover for shenanigans that we don’t like to look at.” It is a thought that somewhat dulls the glitter of the Gatsby era, but it was the life of one of its most colorful characters.
FRIENDS AT BENEFITS
The Fifteen Percent Pledge held its inaugural benefit gala at the New York Public Library.
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Dapper Dan
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FRICK N’ GORGEOUS
The Frick held its annual Young Fellows Ball at its new temporary location on Madison Avenue.
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FANCY FEET
The School of American Ballet hosted its annual Winter Ball at the David H. Koch Theater.
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ARTS AND MINDS
The Winter Show held its 68th annual opening night party. Proceeds from the event went to East Side House Settlement.
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12 Acre North Fork Soundfront Like You’re on Vacation Everyday
North Fork | East Marion. You remember the feeling. You’re on holiday on the coast of some Caribbean isle or on the cliff of a European town overlooking the Mediterranean. Each morning when your head leaves the pillow you know you are on vacation with broad expanses of water dotted with boats and vistas of other shores. Much closer to home, only 100 miles from Manhattan, you can recreate that feeling each and every day when you develop this very private, nearly 12 acre waterfront, meadow-like parcel composed of two 5.7 acres lots spanning 350’ along the North Fork’s Long Island Sound. With permits pending, a savvy buyer would save hundreds of thousands of dollars and months of waiting to begin construction of a significant house, waterside pool, tennis court and even a guest house for those who would undoubtedly flock to help you enjoy your grand, new estate. The low, but stable bluff, provides easy access down a gentle pebbled path to the beach from where you’ll enjoy an abundance of aquatic activities while conversation and laughter will resound around the inevitable nighttime beach fires. The property affords ample opportunity to create your own vineyard, apple orchard or a field of wildflowers through which your driveway will meander right to your front door. Only a few miles from both the ferries of Greenport and Orient Point, this well positioned property provides easy access to everything that has made the North Fork the new sought after destination. At night, go into town for dinner at one of the waterfront restaurants overlooking Shelter Island or head to one of the many vineyards for a wine tasting. But on clear evenings, eat early as you might want to get back for some of the most beautiful sunsets anywhere, as the sun seems to disappear somewhere into the Sound leaving the horizon a purplish haze.
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