GQ ‘s Art Cooper: Editor Was a Man For All Seasons

Art Cooper left a trail of stories when he died on June 9 at the age of 65, but more importantly, he left a trail of storytellers. And at one time or another in his 20-year-career, Mr. Cooper took almost all of them- his writers-to the place where a massive stroke felled him: the Grill Read More

Off the Record

On Tuesday, March 25, Condé Nast editorial director James Truman named GQ executive editor Jim Nelson as the magazine’s new editor in chief. Mr. Nelson, 40, replaces his old boss, the retiring Art Cooper, who’s been at the helm of the magazine since 1983.

Mr. Nelson’s hiring is an affirmation for Mr. Cooper, who Read More

Off the Record

During the war in Afghanistan, magazine editors used to covering celebrity gowns and dot-com Nerf fights scrambled for real reporters with war experience. Now, with George W. Bush indicating that war will almost certainly come to Iraq, editors from non-newsweeklies are once again hunting and assigning reporting talent, trying to tear off whatever piece of Read More

Off the Record

Since the forced retirement of longtime GQ editor Art Cooper on Feb. 24, many insiders have all but handed the job to his dashing young counterpart across the Atlantic, Dylan Jones. Mr. Jones, the 41-year-old editor of British GQ , is considered the savior of the cross-the-pond edition, taking it over in 1999 and infusing Read More

Bad Day at Pink Rock: Si Tells GQ Editor It’s Time to Go

At the annual GQ Christmas party in December 2002, the magazine’s long-time editor in chief, Art Cooper, approached a veteran member of his staff and issued a sobering prediction.

“I’m 65 years old: I just want five more years,” the staffer recalled Mr. Cooper as saying. “Five fucking years. And they’re not going to give Read More

Eight Day Week

Wednesday 2nd

Potential Pratt-fall? So, magazine editors are feeling pret-ty smug now that all those irritating dot-commoners with their smart little glasses have been forced to shove their candy-colored laptops into their Manhattan Portage bags and flee their “open-plan” Tribeca workspaces . Today, the smugness congeals at the National Magazine Awards ceremony or “Ellies,” the Read More

The Rise of Maxim Magazine

Maxim , the men’s magazine that trend journalists love to puzzle over– see Newsweek ‘s Feb. 1 thumb-sucker entitled “Finding the Inner Swine”–continues its hegemonic surge. On Jan. 26, the magazine announced it is raising its rate base (the circulation guaranteed advertisers) from 650,000 to 950,000 for the second half of 1999. That puts it Read More