Tina Brown—editor, writer, and now CNBC talk-show host—has made a long career out of creating just the right mix. Her show, Topic A, and her weekly Washington Post column take on people, things, and ideas as varied as art historian Simon Schama, electoral politics, and the end of Sex and the City. She is also, along with her husband, Harold Evans, a famous party thrower, and their townhouse on Sutton Place in New York is a nexus for Manhattan's movers and shakers. Which is why we wanted to know what, where, and who are on the Queen of Synergy's radar now.
ON MY MUST-READ LIST ARE
The Bookseller of Kabul by Asne Seierstad; Pompeii by Robert Harris; and American Sucker by David Denby.
MY GUILTY PLEASURE IS
US Weekly. Guiltier still? The Star.
IN MY OFFICE I NEED
Black thin-tipped markers, cheap notebooks, and a great assistant.
MY FAVORITE HOTELS ARE
• The Hotel Cipriani, Venice's sybaritic delight.
• Pink Sands Hotel in the Bahamas. Funky luxe heaven.
• Ballymaloe House, in County Cork, Ireland, which is small and restful and has wonderful food.
• Le Richelieu in La-Flotte-en-Ré in France. Enchanting views of the seaside.
YOU'LL OFTEN FIND ME DINING AT
Trattoria dell'Arte and Michael's Restaurant in New York. I also love Harry's Bar in Venice, where I order anything that I can pretend is low calorie.
ON THE WEEKENDS IT'S
The full-Monty breakfast at Tea & Sympathy in New York.
I'M NEVER WITHOUT
Trish McEvoy lip gloss, Frédéric Fekkai sunglasses, my BlackBerry, and my Economist diary to remind me that I'm still British.
WHEN I NEED TO ESCAPE
I go with my family to Elkhorn Ranch in Tucson, Arizona. We've stayed in the Pueblo Cabin for 17 years, every Easter since my son was born.
I NEVER TRAVEL WITHOUT
A big black Prada bag with my journal, four books, old copies of The New Yorker, pajamas, a cashmere sweater, Gap T-shirts, and black pants.
I'D LOVE TO OWN
Avedon's photograph of the Windsors. And André Kertész' Chez Mondrian, Paris, 1926.
I SHOP AT
• Browns of London.
• Carolina Herrera.
• Christian Louboutin (for black stilettos).
• Target (for denim jackets and moccasins).
• Tower Records (for Coldplay and OutKast albums).
• Blackwell's Book Shop in Oxford (for the complete works of Alexander Pope).
THE PERSON I'D WANT TO SIT NEXT TO ON A PLANE IS
Mike Nichols. There would be no opportunity to be bored.
EVERY AIRLINE SHOULD REQUIRE
THE FLIGHT OF MY LIFE WAS
On a media CEO's jet to Ibiza where snowy white duvets were provided for each guest.
MY CURRENT OBSESSIONS ARE
Ancient Rome, Larry David, a cappuccino whisk, my daughter's iPod, and Jon Stewart's Daily Show.
EVERY PARTY NEEDS
A long cocktail hour, a short dinner, and one gorgeous girl at every table. The perfect mix would be Adam Gopnik, P. Diddy, Eliot Spitzer, and Nora Ephron.
AT MY HOUSE YOU CAN ALWAYS EXPECT
Cold white wine.
BY 4 P.M. ALL I WANT IS
Typhoo English Breakfast tea in a china teapot and cup. It staves off eating a handful of Raisinets.
I END EVERY DAY BY
Catching up with my husband after a party over Ovaltine hot chocolate.
MY IDEA OF HELL IS
Having my son marry Britney Spears, even for ten minutes.