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  • Carolyn Bessette Kennedy’s Engagement Ring Was Inspired by Jackie Kennedy

    Carolyn Bessette Kennedy and John F. Kennedy Jr., the only son of President JFK Jr., said “I do” on September 21, 1996, in a private ceremony on Cumberland Island off the Georgia coast. Although their small-scale wedding was conducted far from the prying eyes of the paparazzi, the event was captured by photographer Denis Reggie. Their whirlwind romance, which ended tragically when the young couple died in a plane crash in 1999, will serve as the basis for Ryan Murphy’s inaugural season of American Love Story, starring Sarah Pidgeon and Paul Kelly as the couple.

    Bessette, who worked as a publicist for Calvin Klein before marrying “John-John,” became a fashion icon in the ’90s for her chic and simple style. Her minimalist style stretched from her outfits, like her Narciso Rodriguez wedding dress, to her fingertips, specifically her engagement ring. Bessette reportedly hesitated for several weeks before accepting Kennedy’s marriage proposal in 1995, and, in one epic fight in Washington Square Park caught by the paparazzi, Kennedy appeared to rip a ring off her finger. While there may have been drama on the way to the altar, the engagement ring eventually found its rightful place on Bessette’s left ring finger, where it would remain until their untimely deaths.

    Bessette’s engagement ring was a platinum wedding band adorned with diamonds and sapphires. The discreet jewel perfectly complemented the young woman’s minimalist look. The wedding band also had a special sentimental value: It was reportedly inspired by a gold and emerald ring worn by her mother-in-law, Jackie Kennedy. According to journalist and former Real Housewives of New York star Carole Radziwill’s memoir, What Remains, the late first lady’s ring was nicknamed her “swimming ring.” Bessette reportedly told Radziwill that her wedding ring was “a copy of a ring [John’s] mother wore.”

    John F. Kennedy Jr. and Carolyn Bessette in 1996 (Photo by Robin Platzer/Getty Images)

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    It’s unknown which of Jackie Kennedy’s jewels was the inspiration for the “swimming ring.” According to People, Maurice Tempelsman, the diamond dealer and companion of the former first lady before her death in 1994, was involved in the design of Bessette’s engagement ring. John is said to have asked his mother’s friend to make a replica of the swimming ring as a gift for his sweetheart. According to Vogue, however, some believe that the inspiration for Bessette’s engagement ring was a Schlumberger Sixteen Stone ring that also belonged to her mother-in-law.

    Whatever the inspiration, the subtly styled jewel is part of a timeless fashion that Bessette helped to usher in and is sure to inspire future brides looking to infuse their wedding day with a touch quiet luxury.

    This story originally appeared in Vanity Fair France.

    Olivia Batoul

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  • A New JFK Assassination Revelation Could Upend the Long-Held “Lone Gunman” Theory

    A New JFK Assassination Revelation Could Upend the Long-Held “Lone Gunman” Theory

    The provenance of the bullet is also important in supporting or refuting Paul Landis’s purported memory. How was that bullet found? And how did it make its way to the FBI lab in Washington, DC, on the night of the assassination?

    Landis’s recollection, as stated above, is that he found the undeformed bullet on top of the back seat of the limousine. “It was resting in a seam where the tufted leather padding ended against the car’s metal body,” he writes. When Jackie Kennedy stood up to follow her husband into the hospital, he saw it. He picked up the bullet, worried that souvenir seekers or others might take it or move it.

    Upon arriving inside the emergency room, as stated above, he was jammed in with the first lady and a gathering horde of doctors and nurses. Standing near the feet of the president’s body, Landis left the bullet on his stretcher, as he believed it was crucial evidence and needed for the autopsy, which, under Texas law, should have taken place in Dallas.

    But then a new chain of events overtook the gruesome sequence surrounding the assassination. A decision was made to transfer the president’s body, along with the first lady, Vice President Johnson, and others, back to Air Force One at Love Field. And with new tasks taking precedence for Landis—and the overwhelming national shock of the first assassination of an American president in 62 years (since the death of William McKinley in 1901)—the special agent simply never gave the bullet a second thought, he says. He had left it where someone would find it.

    Landis didn’t make reference to the bullet in either of the two reports he submitted, hastily written in the turbulent days following the assassination. One short file, written two days after the funeral, didn’t even mention Parkland Memorial Hospital. A second, typed three days later—a day after Life magazine journalist Theodore White interviewed Jackie at the Kennedy compound in Hyannis Port, in what became known, famously, as the “Camelot” interview—was drafted during a time of deep shock and trauma.

    That Thanksgiving, November 28—three days after the state funeral at which world leaders marched behind Mrs. Kennedy in the streets of Washington, DC—Landis and Hill traveled to Hyannis Port in a security capacity, protecting Jackie and her children. The agents had no time off to regroup or get their bearings. Sleep had eluded them. Landis had been up for practically four days straight. In the months after Lyndon Johnson was sworn in and assumed the presidential reins, Landis’s role switched from being part of the overall White House protection group to working full time for the former first lady. (Congress passed an act to authorize this service.) With this change of responsibilities, he found it hard to think of much beyond the weeks ahead. And if his thoughts did migrate back to November 22, he dwelled on the horrific scenes of the assassination, and rarely on what he says he considered a minor detail: the fact that he had picked up a bullet and placed it next to the president’s body.

    The evidence from 1963 makes it fully plausible that the stretcher on which the bullet was found could have been President Kennedy’s. How so? A Parkland Memorial Hospital engineer, Darrell Tomlinson, was asked on November 22, before the president’s remains had been taken from the hospital to travel back north, to set the controls of the elevator in the emergency area—the one that had taken the wounded Governor Connally up to the second floor for surgery—so that the elevator would only be operable manually. The security team had determined that only people with official clearance would be allowed access; Tomlinson was instructed to control who got on the elevator and where they would go.

    When he pushed the button to open the elevator, he later recalled, there was a stretcher in the elevator—one that the Warren Commission presumed was Governor Connally’s stretcher, returned from the surgery floor. Tomlinson testified that the stretcher had some sheets on it and a white covering on the pad, but no bullet. He moved the stretcher out of the elevator and placed it against a wall.

    However, Tomlinson testified that there was another stretcher already in the hall, which had been placed in front of a men’s restroom in the corner. That stretcher had bloody sheets and some used medical paraphernalia on it.

    Tomlinson said that sometime later, “an intern or doctor,” in order to use the bathroom, pushed the stretcher out of the way but failed to return it to its spot against the wall after leaving. Tomlinson roughly pushed it back against the wall, and when he did so, he claimed, a bullet rolled out from under the mat. This was clearly not Connally’s stretcher.

    James Robenalt

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  • Jackie’s First Trip to the Kennedy Family Compound

    Jackie’s First Trip to the Kennedy Family Compound

    The tide broke at the end of the property on Marchant Avenue. Bubbling white caps of saltwater rushed in and out. As the sun slowly rose, the dark sand inched up, wave by wave, and piles of spongy seaweed dotted the shrinking swath of sand. Nantucket Sound was empty and quiet. 

    Inside the Big House the nice china sat stacked in the white windowed cabinet in the dining room. Dark, delicately carved wooden dining room chairs were pushed under the matching glass-topped table. Fresh flowers filled a glass bowl sitting on top of a round mirror in the middle of the table. A matching bouquet sat on a tall console table in the foyer. The first floor was bathed in the early-morning light. It was a quiet morning—until the black phone in the living room vibrated with its tinny, shrill ring, which continued throughout the day. 

    When did Jack propose? And how?

    Who’s the girl?

    Are they coming back to Hyannis Port?

    How long will they be here?

    Will they sit for an interview?

    What about photos?

    It was June 25, 1953, and in that day’s Barnstable Patriot there was a two-inch story headlined: “Senator Kennedy Engaged to Girl From Newport.” The article read, simply, “The marriage of the 23-year-old heiress to ‘the most eligible bachelor of Capital society’ will take place September 12 in Newport.” Just two weeks before, thirty-six-year-old Jack had been featured in the Saturday Evening Post. Under the headline “The Senate’s Gay Young Bachelor,” Jack was pictured sailing on the Potomac and laughing with groups of young women. Journalist Paul F. Healy had written: “Many women have hopefully concluded that Kennedy needs looking after. In their opinion, he is, as a young millionaire senator, just about the most eligible bachelor in the United States—and the least justifiable one.”

    Jack was already engaged to twenty-three-year-old Jacqueline Bouvier by the time the article came out, but the couple had delayed the announcement, so nobody knew it yet. The engagement notice drew huge curiosity about the mysterious fiancée of the Senate’s most eligible bachelor. Over the next twenty-four hours, news spread that the couple would be coming back home to Hyannis Port the following weekend to celebrate their engagement with a party at the Hyannisport Club. 

    As Rose and the staff readied the house, Jack sat by himself at LaGuardia Airport, waiting for Jackie. They’d made plans to meet at the New York airport to fly together to the Cape. As Jack waited and waited, waves of travelers hauled their bags to the terminal he faced. In the crowd, Jack recognized a young sports photographer named Hy Peskin, who was a fixture on the sidelines of the biggest sports events of the early 1950s, running up and down the court nearly as quickly as the players but with a heavy camera in his hands. As Peskin stepped up to the gate to check in, Jack walked up, hand extended to introduce himself. 

    “I’m Jack Kennedy. I’m meeting my new fiancée here—she should be here any minute—we’re on our way back home for the Fourth,” he said, flashing a toothy smile. “We’d love some photos, what do you think about coming back with us?”

    Peskin, who knew of the young senator, hadn’t photographed politicians, but he knew this was a big opportunity and agreed to do it. He found a pay phone to call his boss at Sports Illustrated. His boss told his counterpart at their sister publication, Life magazine. And within a few hours, they’d arranged for a writer to fly to the Cape to meet Peskin and the couple. Jack invited Peskin to stay at the Big House. There was always room on the second floor for an extra guest. 

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    Kate Storey

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