If 1967 was the summer of love, 2012 might go down in the history books as the summer of snark. Just last week, Cindy Adams paid tribute to the departed Helen Gurley Brown by calling her chintzy and cheap, kvetching in The New York Post that the Cosmo editor and lipstick feminist once made her go all the way downtown to introduce her at a function, only to send a thank-you gift in a brown paper bag. (The gift, by the way, was a stuffed frog. If there was a coded message there, Ms. Adams clearly missed it while swiping at Ms. Brown’s old Chanel suits.) Read More
It’s natural that August marks the end of many a summer fling—that, after all, was the premise of that timeless opening sequence in the golden oldie Grease! Of course, if you’re a celebrity living in New York, those (wuh-oh-oh) summer nights without your boo can be brutal, and you can’t always count on the T-Birds to keep you company. Just ask Twilight hunk Robert Pattinson. Or just pick up a tabloid. Making his first public appearance after girlfriend Kristen Stewart was caught cheating on him, the 26-year-old Mr. Pattinson had to scramble up the steps of the MoMA during the New York premiere of David Cronenberg’s Cosmopolis on Monday night, lest he be trampled by overzealous vampiric fans. Read More
Is there anything more beautiful than feeling the cool air of fall start to kick back up? Then again, is there anything more depressing than coming to realize in the very same moment that summer has nearly passed? Sure, we’ve spent these waning days of late July and early August complaining about the heat, but who ever wants to contemplate seasonal change? What did we really do with our summer, after all? Read More
The heat wave might have finally broken, but here in New York, we’re in the grips of Olympic fever. Like our presidential election, the summer Olympics comes only once every four years and we celebrate the occasion much like we do the race to the White House: with our eyes glued to the boob tube, cheering on our favorite American, for Team America. Read More
It’s time for us to escape the muggy, soup-like weather of New York, where we’re all the more conscious of the fact that with every breath, we are inhaling someone else’s recycled air. Oh mighty Mayor Bloomberg, deliver us from damnation! Or at least from this city’s cursed summer months. If we can eliminate transfats, why not the heat?
Of course, a clever individual might just pack their bags and head for a different climate completely. Take Jeremy Lin, who—with the ever-helpful hand of fan favorite Jim Dolan—may have realized it’s not the heat, but the humidity, when he signed on with the Houston Rockets. But that doesn’t mean New York isn’t without its own acquisitions: The Yankees picked up one of the greatest hitters of all time in Ichiro Suzuki (who’s looking a little grayer these days—distinguished, we say), Rick Rash for the Rangers, Jeff Otah for the Jets and possibly English Premier League veteran Tim Cahill for the Red Bulls. Welcome to town, boys. We hope your managers set you up in an apartment with central air.
Meanwhile, the rest of us just can’t wait to escape from New York, be it by plane, train or Jitney-mobile. Read More
Everyone in Gotham City is lining up to see the third and final installment of Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy, The Dark Knight Rises. It officially opens at midnight on Thursday—well, technically Friday—but tickets have been soldout since January. Why is all of New York agog over watching The Caped Crusader fight some relatively obscure villain from the D.C. universe?
Michael Bloomberg, of course. Read More
The 4th of July has come and gone and so, we hope, has our recent streak of broiling-hot weather. (Hell’s Kitchen, indeed.) Our personal cooling-down strategies: abusing office A/C (which is at least 10 degrees cooler than the window units in our sauna-like brownstone), answering the dual siren calls of the ice-cream man’s perpetually creepy jingle and the music wafting from the beer-chilled bar around the corner, and visiting the city’s “pop-up pool” that opened last Friday under the Brooklyn Bridge. (What is a pop-up pool, exactly? And how does it differ from an inflatable one?)
To be fair, there’s one thing we can thank this scorching heat for: Read More
Summer should be a time of fun in the sun, but several big time New Yorkers will be cultivating a paler pallor as they spend their beach months sitting in the courtroom. Ex-supermodel Christie Brinkley and architect Peter Cook have spent so much time duking it out in front of judges and in the pages of The New York Post that the former Hamptons It couple have been ordered not to speak to each other … ever again. Read More
New York may need a time-out to sit and think about what it’s done. According to Mayor Bloomberg, who has already made it clear that NYC citizens will no longer be able to sneak smoking breaks in the park or in their own homes (or anywhere else, really), he is now worried that we’re all fat people ferrying prostitutes to and fro. Read More
What a disappointing weekend for fans of horse-racing: Ticket holders were at an all-time high for the Belmont Stakes on Saturday when it was announced the day before that the potential Triple Crown winner, I’ll Have Another, wouldn’t actually be going for another round. The horse was officially retired, according to owner J. Paul Reddam and trainer Doug O’Neill during Friday’s press conference, thanks to a case of front-leg tendinitis. Ouch. (Luckily, they don’t shoot horses—do they?) Read More