Those who keep a private plane waiting on the tarmac can afford to bring their outsized sense of entitlement—and accompanying misbehavior—along for the flight. Read More
In the basement boiler room of the celebrity-industrial complex, burned by its machinery but still pulling the levers, is a man named Rob Shuter.
A former top publicist, with a glittering roster of clients that included Jennifer Lopez, Diddy, Bon Jovi, Alicia Keys and more, Mr. Shuter was fired from Dan Klores Communications (DKC) in 2007 after a string of missteps involving Paris Hilton, Britney Spears and Jessica Simpson. Not all of them were his fault, but it didn’t matter. The writing was on the wall, as blogs and newspapers had already begun to depict him as a tabloid villain—the archetypal lying publicist, whose infamy overshadowed his clients.
It was publicly messy, but Mr. Shuter landed on his feet. Following a stint at OK magazine, he launched the Naughty But Nice column for AOL/Huffington Post (now published on his own website). And now he is reinventing himself once again, taking his online gossip personality to the TV screen. Read More
The stupidest question I ever asked was at a dinner party at a rambling summerhouse in East Hampton.
We were seated at a long, white-washed barnwood table with matching Louis XV salon chairs—an expensive take on “shabby chic” that was underscored by the jacketed household staff who could be glimpsed through the kitchen door. Surrounding me Read More
Dressing for summer events can present a particular challenge for New York men, especially if they are used to relying on the brothers Brooks for the daily armor of business life.
Soupy summer weather, when humidity and the thermometer both top 80, does not afford menfolk comfortable options like strappy sandals or a Read More
The fight broke out during the first act of Glengarry Glen Ross.
As Al Pacino and Bobby Cannavale circled each other on the boards, a well-dressed woman in the audience was noisily working her way through a cellophane package of Twizzlers. When a man in the next seat shushed her, the woman’s thuggish husband loudly intervened. Read More
At the Easter Parade and Easter Bonnet Festival on March 31, slender senior gentlemen with velvet jackets and boutonnieres will mix with muscular young spiffs sporting handlebar mustaches and fitted tweeds. The two groups may seem to belong together, but when they meet on the streets, parasols will be drawn.
In recent years, a gap has emerged between New York’s more established boulevardiers and a younger set of hipster dandies who go by sobriquets like “the Nostalgia Crew” and sport vivid tattoos under their bowler hats and suspenders.
“I am the dandy of New York,” said Patrick McDonald from his closet-sized apartment in the East Village, surrounded by what he estimates is a fashion collection of more than 300 hats, 100 pairs of shoes, 50 jackets and 150 ties. “I think other people try to take the title, but I am the one.” Read More