While taking lunch seems to be a dying privilege in NYC, there are still some New Yorkers who have time for leisurely midday meals. Last week, supermodel and entrepreneuse Petra Němcová invited us to lunch at Jean-Georges Vongerichten’s ABC Cocina, where we chatted about her recently launched sustainable home decor company, Be The Light, which is based on her extensive global travel. Read More
Linda Delcher isn’t waiting around for a man to buy her a diamond ring this holiday season. As she strides into 1884, it’s clear she’s doing that all by herself. And why shouldn’t she? “Buying jewelry makes me happy!” she exclaims, “My desire to own – or as Elizabeth Taylor said act as the guardian for – beautiful, intriguing pieces that tell a story or evoke a feeling.” Read More
As a non-driver spending the week in San Francisco, I am loving UberX.
That’s the ride-sharing service from Uber, the newly ubiquitous limousine-taxi company.
Along with Lyft and Sidecar, it is one of three venture-backed, ride-sharing start-ups created in this city. They’re each pretty great.
But for New Yorkers used to hailing a yellow cab, every time you step into a crowdsourced car is a fresh challenge in etiquette.
For starters, where do you sit? Read More
And we’re off!
More than 250 exhibitors have spent the past few days setting up shop in the Miami Beach Convention Center, and this morning the doors swung open to let in the first tranche of VIPs. Many more have arrived in the intervening hours. It feels buoyant in there, dealers switching between their iPads and cell phones and collectors, getting business done. Is it a success? It’s too soon to tell. For now we can just look at the art, which is not a bad position to be in. In the accompanying slide show, a quick trip around the fair. Read More
Who says there’s nothing to do in New York on a cold Sunday night? Every Sunday in December, when the Café Carlyle across the hall is dark, the glamorous Bemelmans Bar is hosting the most enchanting holiday party in town. From 9 p.m. to midnight, ace pianist-saloon singer Billy Stritch and funny, fast-thinking Jim Caruso, the dapper emcee of the popular Monday night “Cast Party” shows at Birdland, are pooling their very considerable talents for a nimble, nonstop, musical show-business bonanza with as much rhythm and class as the feet of Fred Astaire. Read More
A Man on Tape: The Full Charm of Michael Prichard Reading Tom Wolfe and Other Adventures in Audiobooks
When I was a kid and my local public library first started stocking audio books—then known as books on tape—I loved the concept, but not for the right reason. I loved it because it felt like cheating. It was like being assigned To Kill a Mockingbird and turning to Gregory Peck instead of Harper Lee. Read More
At Marian and Barbara Apple’s house in Rhinebeck, N.Y., it’s time to eat again.
As the lights come up, dimly at first, the women are setting the table—laying silverware, carrying out drinks—and soon enough, the men join them. Marian’s ex-husband is dying of cancer, and she has taken him in, caring for him in another room of the house. There has been a parade of visitors, friends saying their final good-byes, but now it’s late, and just the family remains: the schoolteachers Marian (Laila Robins) and Barbara (Maryann Plunkett); the third sister, Jane (Sally Murphy), a writer, who with her boyfriend, Tim (Stephen Kunken), an actor, has recently moved up to Rhinebeck from the city; their brother, Richard (Jay O. Sanders), now a high-level government lawyer in Albany; and Uncle Benjamin (Jon DeVries), once an actor of some renown, now afflicted with dementia and living at least part of the week at a nursing home. Gathered together, the Apple family, that marvelous creation of the playwright Richard Nelson, will do what it does best: talk—about family, about politics, about, tonight, life and death. Read More
Once upon a time (i.e., last year), I was writing a weekly live music column that involved finding hyper-local shows that not a lot of other outlets were covering. I used Big Snow Buffalo Lodge as one of several primary sources, because it was a scrappy new venue that often booked whole bills of young bands I’d never heard of. (Also, it was near my house and I’m lazy.) They had some bigger bookings, but my desire to be a first responder led me to Google every random act that played there in the hopes of falling in love. I wanted to ease the pain I still felt over the demise of early aughts greats like Ponytail, These Are Powers and Parts and Labor. Not the Next Big Thing exactly, but … The Next Bizarre Thing? The Next Beloved-By-A-Statistically-Insignificant-Group-Of-Dorks Thing? Something like that. Read More
Susan Morrison was the second editor-in-chief of The New York Observer, succeeding Graydon Carter. In 1992, she assigned a writer named Peter Kaplan to cover TV for the Observer. He wrote three “TV Diary” installments for the paper and then a few months later became the Observer’s editor. These stories have never before been published online. Read More
I. Pregame Warm-Up
What a morning! On Meet the Press, the mad caricaturist’s match-up between the strangely feline James Carville, an R. Crumb creation out of Fritz the Cat, and, from the Bush camp, a gumdrop-eyed man named Charles Black who evoked Dondi as a 45-year-old. Between them was beaming Tim Russert, watching as Mr. Carville pistol-whipped Mr. Black, who just kept blinking. Next door on Face the Nation, we had a made-for-TV movie in which Bush spokeswoman and Carville girlfriend Mary Matalin mud-wrestled Clinton spin-mistress Mandy Grunwald, who kept smiling and calling the Bush campaign “sad.” This was a fairer fight, due partly to Ms. Matalin’s wildcat passion and her determination to leave no eye unthumbed. By the time, back on NBC, that Mr. Russert asked Mr. Carville to say something nice about Mr. Bush (an invitation that the hypnotic Mr. Black took to be sincere), Mr. Carville sloe-eyed across the channels to CBS and said, “anyone who Mary Matalin likes that much, there must be something good there.” Read More