M, the magazine for “The New Class of Man” hit newsstands on Monday. The relaunch of the men’s lifestyle glossy with heavy matte paper stock was excitedly heralded by a profile of M editor (and former longtime New York Observer editor) Peter Kaplan in The New Republic.
But nobody has been more fired up about the new mag than the Twitter feed @real_kaplan. The parody feed, which is written by former Observer staffers Peter Stevenson and Jim Windolf, has long furthered the legend of Mr. Kaplan’s New York, old-school sensibility.
Punch!, a Spy-inspired iPad “appazine” that paired long-form journalism with short comedy segments and interactive games, has scrapped its editorial content to focus entirely on an authoring tool for apps.
With New York Observer alum Jim Windolf at the helm and featuring contributions from George Gurley and Mark Ames, Punch! put out three issues before announcing that it was going on hiatus on August 14.
New York Observer, page six, 1997.
Early on the morning of March 25, 1997, Page Six honcho Richard Johnson was arrested for a DUI. The item was reported by Lorne Manly (now a media writer at the New York Times) in the Off the Record column of the New York Observer.
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Rod Dreher, the New York Post ‘s movie critic turned conservative news columnist, was pacing the housewares department of the Gracious Home store on 67th Street and Broadway. Dressed in jeans and hiking boots, Mr. Dre-her, 32, had a di-lemma-namely, which version of the Cafe Froth milk frother to buy, the automatic, hand-held Turbo model, Read More
The New Food
Fake food used to be glamorous and difficult. It had an otherworldly neon cast to it: Kool-Aid and Cheetos and Sno Cones. Sweet ‘n’ Low, it was believed, gave you cancer. Tater Tots made you lumpy and sluggish.
But the years passed and something happened. Fake food has become good for Read More
Dutch and Dutcher
There are still a few people in the city who refuse to wear anything but black, and at sunset on Friday, May 21, they all seemed to be gathered between the very white walls of the Visionaire Gallery on Mercer Street. They were there to look at three–three!–elaborate black-and-white costumes made by Read More