GABRIELLE: Saturday.
I wake up feeling sick today, nauseous and tired. I dry heave off the side of the bed uncontrollably. Todd rouses, “You OK?”
“I’m fine, just need to eat.” I scamper to the kitchen and open the fridge. Nothing looks appealing so I grab a cold Poland Spring and head to Read More
There is no sign hanging outside Tappo in the East Village. Instead, you’ll find two antique wooden toys–a green delivery van and a red French fire truck with “Pompier” emblazoned on it–displayed in one window, a couple of wheels of Parmesan in the other. The effect is oddly comical, like those Little Italy storefronts where Read More
I’ve been penetrated–repeatedly–and so have you.
Over the last three years, we have, at least in the marketing sense of the word, been collectively and repeatedly penetrated by a mass-market giant. I’m talking about Target. As a result, our collective subconscious is now decoupaged with kicky Target imagery. When I close my eyes, all I Read More
I happened to be away from New York during the third week of July. When I left, it was a city in the United States. When I got back, it was a city in India. The Kennedy residence on N. Moore Street has become a Hindu shrine.
These outpourings take place in southern Asia all Read More
The Mask of Zorro is an old-fashioned blood-and-sand swashbuckler in the Tyrone Power tradition. This is the one about the masked Robin Hood whose sword and whip have delighted kids in movies, Saturday afternoon serials and television reruns for decades. With the dashing and newly buffed Antonio Banderas behind the black mask once worn by Read More
