"Sherman's March" - a 2000 profile of attorney Mickey Sherman in TALK Magazine (by Gerald Posner)
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TALK Magazine Published May 2000 Sherman’s March The lawyer for Kennedy relative Michael Skakel is preparing for what may be the biggest—and last—case of his career. And he’s loving every minute of it. By Gerald Posner "How do I look?" Mickey Sherman, boasting a new Dolce & Gabbana tuxedo, is striking a pose poolside at the swank Hotel Bel-Air in Los Angeles. It is Oscar weekend, and the perpetually tan defense lawyer has just flown in from the East Coast. Officially, Sherman has come to interview some witnesses for his latest client, Kennedy relative Michael Skakel, who stands accused of having murdered a Greenwich, Connecticut neighbor back when both were teenagers. But it's party time in Hollywood, and when I invite Sherman along to some soirees, he jumps at the opportunity. "Here, here," he says, shoving his state-of-the-art digital video camera toward me. "Take pictures of me standing here. Make them good. I'm going to send copies to all my girlfriends."
"Sherman's March" - a 2000 profile of attorney Mickey Sherman in TALK Magazine (by Gerald Posner)
"Sherman's March" - a 2000 profile of…
"Sherman's March" - a 2000 profile of attorney Mickey Sherman in TALK Magazine (by Gerald Posner)
TALK Magazine Published May 2000 Sherman’s March The lawyer for Kennedy relative Michael Skakel is preparing for what may be the biggest—and last—case of his career. And he’s loving every minute of it. By Gerald Posner "How do I look?" Mickey Sherman, boasting a new Dolce & Gabbana tuxedo, is striking a pose poolside at the swank Hotel Bel-Air in Los Angeles. It is Oscar weekend, and the perpetually tan defense lawyer has just flown in from the East Coast. Officially, Sherman has come to interview some witnesses for his latest client, Kennedy relative Michael Skakel, who stands accused of having murdered a Greenwich, Connecticut neighbor back when both were teenagers. But it's party time in Hollywood, and when I invite Sherman along to some soirees, he jumps at the opportunity. "Here, here," he says, shoving his state-of-the-art digital video camera toward me. "Take pictures of me standing here. Make them good. I'm going to send copies to all my girlfriends."