“Beautiful, beautiful! … Show me some love! … Chin up a little bit … Perfect, perfect … Fire woman! You’re a fire woman.”
Clay McBride’s rapid-fire words were punctuated by the pops and cranks of his camera and lighting equipment. Crouched behind his 4×5 view camera, the 40-year-old lensman, who over the past 15 Read More
Most New Yorkers know you can dial 311 to make a complaint about noise or a bad pothole or whatever might be ticking you off that you think Mayor Bloomberg can solve in a jiffy.
But it turns out you can also dial 311 to quit smoking!
If you do, you’ll be connected to one Read More
The Spades started out just outside Detroit. It was the 1960s and Sam Spade was an ad man for the Big Three automakers while his beautiful wife, Judy, cared for their three boys. Sam liked to disappear. One day he didn’t come home for six months, so Judy put the house on the market. The Read More
Last week, our wife’s friend E., a vivacious 33-year-old Texas blonde living in Manhattan who works in women’s rights, explained her fondness for big balls. On men. Many readers were stirred by E. Herewith, great loves of E., grades 7-12.
By age 12, E. had found and lost the love of her life, Read More
When our wife mentioned her good friend—whom we’ll call E., a vivacious 33-year-old Texas blonde with a penchant for high heels and skimpy skirts who works in the women’s rights field— had a deep and abiding fondness for big balls, and wasn’t that weird – we told her to hold it right there.
We immediately Read More
“He’s the only man I know,” said international playboy and Greek shipping heir–slash–journalist Taki Theodoracopulos of his 28-year-old son, J.T., “who is a painter who refuses any kind of publicity, when completely talentless people, like Basquiat and all the rest of these—”
“No, not Basquiat,” J.T. said. “He painted a lot, he painted a Read More
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
–T.S. Eliot, “The Waste Land”
We can’t remember the last time poetry bubbled up from Read More
Neil S. has felt the pinch of the recession. Last month, he began advertising his services as an erotic hypnotist for $150 an hour. On offer is “the chance to experience erotic sensations and to live out sexual fantasies through hypnosis.” So reads the rather hastily created Web site, erotichypno.blogspot.com, that Neil has begun posting Read More
Hanuk Kim spent the better part of two decades trying to make the cut as a fashion designer. A series of minor successes, along with the generosity of a certain heiress who gave him a floor in her Chelsea loft rent-free for 10 years, allowed him to orbit the fashion world long enough Read More
On Sunday, March 8, former Socialista proprietor Armin Amiri got a call from his mom in Tehran. She was hysterical. His father, Ali, had been taken into custody by the Iranian police for questioning.
“They came and picked him up at 7:30 in the morning, and basically they were asking about Read More
