News Summary

• The Mark Hotel, on Seventy-seventh Street and Madison, was a center of the hubbub, with a hundred and fifty-three rooms and suites booked out to various glam squads.
• “Everything is timed!” Maria Wittorp, the hotel’s head concierge, said, with the haste of an auctioneer, standing in the lobby.
• The elevator doors opened and a woman with a giant white saucer on her head and a matching floor-length coat, embellished with red splotches that evoked stab wounds, slowly exited.