When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Scissors

Jocelyn Wildenstein, 76, is more usually on the receiving end of an edged weapon, specifically in the hands of a plastic surgeon, than on the giving end. But the rich New Yorker recently lost her temper with her 27-year-younger boyfriend and attacked him with a pair of scissors, slashing his face and chest.

Jocelyn Wildenstein, 76, is accused of clawing her designer boyfriend Lloyd Klein and then slashing his chest with a pair of scissors after flying in to a violent rage at around 1:30am, a source tells Page Six

Klein, 49, was then forced to shove the ‘Bride of Wildenstein’ into a closet to prevent another attack according to sources, before police arrived to take her in.

“Bride of Wildenstein”? Yeah. The plastic surgery pictures explain.

Maybe she just figured the guy would like to be hacked on by a tasteless amateur, like she evidently does.

Wildenstein was arraigned in a Manhattan courtroom on Wednesday night, where she spoke with her boyfriend for 20 minutes before appearing in front of the judge.

She also spent five minutes combing her hair while using her cell phone as a mirror.

Wildenstein has been charged with felony assault with intent to cause physical injury with a weapon and a misdemeanor assault with intent to cause physical injury.

Lifestyles of the rich and pathetic….

Among the men she had been linked with were European filmmaker Sergio Gobbi, Cyril Piguet, and Saudi arms dealer Adnan Khashoggi. 

‘I  don’t think I’ve known her when she wasn’t healing from something,’ said a friend of Jocelyn in 1998.

She got a $2.5 Billion settlement from her ex, who no doubt thought getting rid of her was worth every penny.

Their relationship took a turn when Jocelyn returned to New York City from Kenya and showed up unannounced at the couple’s New York City townhouse, despite her husband asking that she not enter the residence.

He pointed a gun at either Jocelyn nor one of her bodyguards, police were called and Alec spent the night in prison.

The family are no strangers to being arrested, then. Indeed, there is an ongoing and a nasty tax-evasion case in France, which may be resolved this year. The case came about when they conspired to cheat one family member’s widow out of her share of his estate, and she found out they’d done it:

Sylvia, sat vigil by his hospital bed until his death on Oct. 23. Two weeks later, she signed away her rights to her late husband’s estate. According to Sylvia, her stepsons—Guy and Alec—had told her the taxes would bankrupt her if she didn’t. It wasn’t until two years later that she hired a lawyer. She eventually filed a lawsuit against Guy and Alec claiming, among other things, that she was bilked out of her inheritance and that the family was sitting on trusts and real estate worth not millions of dollars, but several billion.

There was one time when they did not seem to be arrested at all: in World War II, where they cooperated with the Nazis to loot other art collections.

Georges Wildenstein collaborated with the Nazis, selling paintings to Hitler and allegedly even helping the Nazis locate, through Georges’s representative in Paris, important collections that had been hidden from them.

“It was my father,” Vernay recalls, “who received a call in Nice, and Georges came to see him at the Hôtel Royale at his suite. Georges told him he could be an ‘honorary Aryan’ [the status given to Jews regarded as helpful on key issues]—himself, his wife, my mother’s three brothers—and have a sum in dollars in Switzerland in a special account if we gave the location of our collection. He said he was asked by the Germans to [ask my father for this arrangement].”

The Schloss collection was one of France’s greatest, known for its Dutch and Flemish masters. The family had hidden it in a château in central France but were finally forced to reveal the whereabouts of the collection in April 1943, when the Nazis arrested them.

“My father kicked Wildenstein out and he never came back,” says Vernay. As he remembers it, this meeting took place in early 1941.

According to documents in the U.S. National Archives, the previous November Georges had met in Aix-en-Provence with Hitler’s chief art dealer, Karl Haberstock, and, over a period of “4 or 5 days” he made a deal. The Germans would return to him part of his collection, confiscated by them from a hiding place in a castle in Sourches, and allow one of his trusted non-Jewish employees, Roger Dequoy, to run the Paris gallery. In return, Georges agreed to sell to Hitler and his top officials anything they wanted out of his own stock and to help them find any other artworks they were interested in.

Soon thereafter, Georges left France for New York, with his wife, Jeanne, 23-year-old Daniel and his wife, Martine, and Alec, who had been born in Marseilles several months earlier. While Georges spent the war years in the United States, many of his artworks, as per the agreement, were returned to his Paris gallery. Dequoy, whom one of the American O.S.S. interrogators, Theodore Rousseau, would later identify as “perhaps the worst of the collaborationists among the dealers,” worked hand in hand with Hitler’s art dealer Haberstock. According to accounts based on archival material—in Feliciano’s The Lost Museum and Lynn Nicholas’s award-winning 1995 The Rape of Europa—Dequoy, on behalf of the Wildensteins, sold paintings to Goring and other high Nazi officials and, in one deal that fell through, was ready to take possession of a group of stolen Impressionist paintings that the Nazis, who regarded them as “degenerate art,” were dumping.

After the war, efforts by the French government to bring charges against the Wildenstein firm were rejected by the courts on the ground that there was “no proof of voluntary sales to the enemy,” according to The Rape of Europa. Safely in the United States, Georges “became a champion for restitution,” says Marc Masurovsky, head of the Holocaust Art Restitution Project. Georges wrote an article for a French Resistance magazine in 1943 denouncing collaborationist art dealers—a tour de force of denial, many in the art world thought. “I think Georges almost believed he did not collaborate,” says Masurovsky. “He made himself a victim.”

But despite their trailer-trash behavior, values, ethics, Nazi-collaborator past, and, well, deportment, they have money, and that’s all the transnational/Acela-corridor types care about.

“Nobody’s done as well as the Wildensteins in terms of cash and power and, in a way most important of all, respectability,” says art historian John Richardson. “Nobody.”

Respectability. Really?


Maybe it was a beautiful thing while it lasted, but her (somewhat lightly punctured) coin-operated boyfriend wants out of the relationship:

The glamorous duo…

Glamorous? When did that word come to mean tawdry and vulgar?

…have been dating since 2003 but the relationship is now over because Klein considers Wildenstein a ‘ticking time bomb’. 

‘She can go blow up anytime, anywhere and with absolutely no reason,’ said a source close to the couple.

‘He says she is truly a beautiful person when she’s on her best behavior. But when she flies into one of her incredible rages – look out.’

It must be an inner beauty. She looks like a reanimated corpse — like Frankenstein’s monster would look if he hadn’t had to be beautified for the movies.

Wildenstein and Klein are believed to have enjoyed a meal Tuesday evening before the wealthy divorcee accused him of spending too much time on social media.

‘They had a relaxing dinner, everything was normal then Jocelyn suddenly got angry as she often does,’ said the source.

‘Lloyd was using his laptop and evidently not paying her enough attention. So she screamed at him to get off the computer then picked up a lit candle and threw the hot wax all over him.

Enough people grovel to rich people long enough, and it produces this behavior.

‘He was very scared…

Now, there’s a real man for you, terrified of a 100-lb. septuagenarian woman whose osteoporosis is so advanced it’s even reached her face. 

…he asked her to calm down but she just got angrier and angrier and threatened to kill him.

Yeah. Has asking an enraged woman to calm down ever worked?

He’s lucky he didn’t tell her, “You’re so cute when you’re angry.” She’d still be spinning like Taz the Tasmanian Devil.

‘She then went at his face with her nails, which are real and very sharp, before finally grabbing some scissors and stabbing them twice into his chest.’

OK, that comes across as crazy. But how crazy is she, really? She attacked the expendable guy, not one of the priceless paintings for which the family sold its small shriveled souls to Hitler.

Of course, he’ll expect her to keep him in the style to which he has become accustomed.

8 thoughts on “When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Scissors

  1. nraendowment

    She wasn’t even close to being hot as far back as 1970. Her face alone should be a huge red flag about her mental stability.

  2. Tom Stone

    One more facelift and she’ll have a goatee.
    Please don’t take that as a criticism of her looks, I think she’d be very ornamental properly suspended from any lamp post in the world.

  3. Scott

    Typo, methinks:

    which may be resolved this yeat. The case

    (And I second the call for eye bleach!)

      1. Scott

        Making definite progress, but slower than I’d like progress. Working now on the kitchen countertop, fashioning that out of unfinished maple wood flooring to match the (originally unfinished) maple cabinets. Waiting on a plumber and an electrician to do some small-ish things before I can get the final inspection scheduled. One also needs a kitchen sink for the final inspection, so that one is on me. With the holidays, the odds of all this coming together before the end of 2016 are not great. ‘Twas hoping to move in and go on a celebratory deer hunt or three on the property before the season expires. That may have to wait for fall 2017, sigh.

        One nice thing about the internet access here is they’ve got fiber optic run all the way up into my little hollar. I can have 1Gbit speed, if I want to pay for it. We only recently got reliable cell service, but we have fiber optic internet! And deer, and coyotes, and from the scat I’ve seen, at least one black bear.

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