Chelsea Clinton’s husband, Marc Mezvinsky, a financially challenge hedge fund manager and occasional spirit wanderer, made his debut at the Democratic National Convention on Tuesday.
Mezvinsky and wife were in the audience in Philadelphia to hear former President Bill Clinton attempt to “humanize” his nominal wife, Hillary, in a much-anticipated speech. Mezvinsky looked liked a hostage who would rather be anywhere else. He often does.
When the whole clan was photographed leaving the hospital after Chelsea gave birth to Bill’s male heir, Aidan, the underachieving son-in-law was the only one who didn’t seem thrilled to be there.
Perhaps Mr. Chelsea Clinton is simply exhibiting the stress that comes with being a struggling hedge fund manager. Earlier this year, Mezvinsky’s boutique investment firm, founded with help from Goldman Sachs CEO Lloyd Blankfein and other super-wealthy Clinton donors, was forced to shut down its Greece-focused fund, which had lost nearly 90 percent of its value.
Since its founding in 2012, Mezvinsky’s firm Eaglevale Partners posted what the New York Times has gently described as “uneven performance” managing a portfolio worth more than $300 million.
On the bright side, Mezvinsky has managed to outshine his father, former Congressman Edward Mezvinsky, who served five years in prison for scamming his friends and family members out of millions of dollars.
Cheer up, Marco. You’re married to a Clinton, which means that no matter how badly you fail in life, you can only fail up, in style.
Being an honorary Clinton has its perks. For example, sometimes you get to go snorkeling in Sardinia with your billionaire friends Barry Diller and Diane von Furstenberg. You can see the joy on Mezvinsky’s face in this photo.
When Mezvinsky and Chelsea aren’t traveling the world soaking up the sun and reveling in the warmth of each other’s laughter, the happy couple resides in a $10 million “luxury fortress” in Manhattan’s trendy Flatiron District. Not too shabby.
Sometimes Bill comes to visit in his fancy shoes and takes his son-in-law for a walk around Central Park. It’s totes adorbs.
Still, one can’t help get the impression that Mezvinsky is constantly yearning to escape to the wilderness — like he did in 2011, less than a year after marrying Chelsea, when he quit his job and took a mysterious three-month skiing holiday alone in the posh rustic enclave Jackson Hole, where the nights are calm, the air is pure, and the cold light of day is like a cleansing fire for the soul, where aggrieved investors and loquacious fathers-in-law can’t follow, where even the loneliest Clinton can find solace on the open plain.