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Moritz and Gstaad. Once the snob has arrived, other status symbols are pursued. Jewelry, paintings, and membership in an exclusive lunch club are the things that count because everyone who is anyone already owns a chalet with sauna, private movie theatre, and heated indoor swimming pool. When I first visited Gstaad in it was a small village that looked like a winter wonderland postcard. The locals wore lederhosen and smoked pipes. The visitors all wore dinner jackets at night and stood up when a lady entered a room. Everyone knew everyone else, and musical beds were not unheard of. In other words, it was a paradise in the snow, especially for a year-old. The skiing was terrific because there were no man-made pistes , and moguls were formed naturally, by downhill skiers. Skis were very long and heavy and made out of wood. One run back then was equal in energy expenditure to a dozen today. And it was dangerous. If one fell forward, one broke a leg nine times out of The good skiers, who were back then very few, got the girl. Punto basta , as they say in the land of pasta. The focal point of both St. Moritz and Gstaad used to be the palace hotels. The Palace in St. Moritz has now been totally overrun by those sandy types who wear sheets, whereas the one in Gstaad is still holding on, barely. The other focal point is the chic and exclusive luncheon club high up. Moritz the Corviglia. I joined the Eagle the year of its inception, in , because the first president, the Earl of Warwick, insisted I was the only Greek he could understand when speaking English. After close to 60 years of raising hell and boozing it up in the sun, I am now reduced to keeping out Russians and Arabs, although one or two of the latter have managed to slip by me. Needless to say, things are different now. Skis are short and easy to use, bindings open easily, and the ski slopes are groomed by machines making everyone sliding on them feel like a champion. Even mother nature has been replaced, with snow-making machines pumping out the white stuff like a Colombian coke factory. The big difference, however, is the people. The rot began when Elizabeth Taylor bought a chalet and the paparazzi following her discovered the place. The ensuing publicity made Gstaad and other such resorts the targets of social climbers the world over. The Russians and the Arabs were as inevitable as the melting of the snows come April. I have often written about the beauty of the Gstaad I used to know, mainly because the place was so unique. It had remained unchanged since the 18th century, with strict zoning laws discouraging rogue builders and land speculators. On Main Street there were cheese and meat shops, ski stores, a tobacco kiosk, and a bookstore. The bookstore was the first to be abolished once people who could count up to a billion but who were illiterate began to frequent the place. Two large supermarkets now feed the village, the tiny butcher and cheese shops long closed down and sold to jewelers. He glitzed up the place, raised the prices by 20 times, abolished the dining room that only local farmers used, and turned it into a boutique hotel for the new rich. It was a bit like turning the Parthenon into a Hilton, but Ecclestone is not the worst there is in Gstaad. One day in future he will even be regarded as a gentleman. Have a happy new year. Taki Theodoracopulos is a founding editor of The American Conservative. Once a winter wonderland postcard, the Alps village has been spoiled by an obsession with status symbols. Dec 24, AM. State of the Union: The former president argued that he is the candidate for peace in the Middle East. Carden October 21, The alliance is happy to turn a blind eye to the ethnic cleansing of Armenians—so long as Baku is aligned against Tehran. Pinkerton October 21, A catastrophe in November could rejuvenate federalism, to the benefit of all.