It’s June, and yet we’re still wearing our London Fog raincoats and carrying around our Brollys. It’s almost as if New York’s weather gods didn’t get the memo that it’s Hamptons season, and some of us don’t like getting soaked waiting for the Jitney.
Another thing seasonal annoyance for New Yorkers is traffic created by out-of-towners, Read More
It’s finally time to break out the fans, air conditioning window units and anything else that helps cool off sweltering New Yorkers. Memorial Day weekend brought some wonderful weather, though not as nice as the view coming in from Cannes. Read More
Historically, Memorial Day is a somber holiday—we all take off of work to commemorate fallen soldiers. But since we already celebrate our men in uniform on Veteran’s Day, the long weekend at the end of May is also an excuse for a bacchanal to celebrate the upcoming summer. Pools open, grills are dusted off and white tennies are spit shined for the courts.
And since this is the weekend of rebirth, what better chance for us to sit down and think about what really want out of this summer? Read More
It may have been a great week for mothers (unless you forgot the card and flowers, and skipped out on brunch), but not so much for CEOs. Between Jamie Dimon’s $2 billion trading loss right before JPMorgan’s annual shareholder meeting and Yahoo’s chief executive Scott Thompson’s not-so-voluntary resignation over allegations that he falsified part of his resume, Read More
With grey skies and rainy days, we almost forgot that it’s May. Thank god for the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute Gala this week, accompanied by its annual assault of our ocular organs, or else we might have missed spring entirely! Which reminds us of a joke: What happens when chilly art fairs meet Beyonce’s almost-bare bottom at the Met? She Friezes! Read More
This weekend, many members of the media joined the White House Press Corps in welcoming Jimmy Kimmel and his vaguely inoffensive humor to the Washington Hilton, where the comedian and late night host spent over an hour joking about the President eating dog and Governor Chris Christie eating Olive Garden. Read More
Call it the Tri-Be-Can’t effect: As New Yorkers, we loathe letting go of our venerable institutions. It’s hard to even admit that they’ve changed enough to warrant a new name. The Lincoln Center is referred to as “the tents” during Fashion Week, as if anyone is still fooled into thinking the shows take place in Bryant Park. The most recent egregious case of celebratory misnomers has to be the Tribeca Film Festival, which was founded in 2002 by Robert De Niro, Jane Rosenthal and Craig Hatkoff. The purpose of hosting the event in Tribeca was to show the world that the neighborhood devastated by the attacks of Sept. 11 still had enough spirit to be snooty about its cinema. With its Cannes-do attitude, the festival premiered international indies in an attempt to show that New Yorkers were still as culturally polyamorous as their European brethren.
But for its 10th-year anniversary, something feels a little … different. Read More
It was Beyoncé Knowles who sang that “Girls (Run the World).” She would know, especially given Sunday’s mob scene outside Bar Pitti, where she and husband Jay-Z attracted an agitated crowd, frenzied by a rare public appearance of their new daughter, Blue Ivy.
For evidence, tune to HBO, which debuted a show Sunday night starring daughters of David Mamet, Brian Williams and Laurie Simmons, whose 24-year-old spawn, Lena Dunham, also wrote, directed and coproduced Girls alongside Hollywood’s favorite one-manchild movie factory, Judd Apatow.
Note that Beyoncé didn’t have “women” in the chorus of her song. Even though Hillary Rodham Clinton can cover the New York Post, drinking beer and earning a classic headline—‘SWILLARY!’—in the process, it would seem Old Age and Treachery are no match for the youth these days, or at the very least, the fawning attention youth commands. Read More
The flowers may be in bloom, but temperatures are still a little blustery here in New York. Maybe they’re just mirroring the icy relations between some of New York’s biggest figures and their Fatal Attraction fans. Read More
The Mega Millions jackpot might be over, but we’re still waiting to hear who will take ownership of the golden tickets. There seems to be some dispute over who the winners actually are. The winning numbers were sold in Maryland, Illinois and Kansas, but so far no one has stepped forward to stake claim to their third of the $640 M. jackpot. Someone needs to step up, and soon, as we learned from this weekend’s premiere of HBO’s bloody Game of Thrones. Without a clear winner, all you have is confusion and not nearly enough screen time for Peter Dinklage.
We know who we would give the money to: Jeremy Lin, the poor guy. Linsanity lasted approximately a month, in which the Knicks point-guard was the hottest thing since the Rolling Stones showed up in America and pissed off Don Draper. But after a recent knee injury, his career is being put down faster than one of the horses in Luck. Refusing to give up, the basketball sensation is still tweeting about his recovery from the hospital. He’s not out yet! Read More
