The Prada flagship store in Soho—oh, you know, that $40 million block-size Rem Koolhaas-designed imposition smothered in black glass that opened just weeks after 9/11—is not the place one wanders into expecting a quiet reading from established novelists.
And yet, against all odds, the temple to Italian couture staged such an event last week, even Read More
The Eight-Day Week
At the launch for On My Knees, the new memoir by Periel Aschenbrand, all anyone could talk about was how much the author looks like Amy Winehouse. She does, but only if Amy were eight months pregnant and wearing a dress made of a panda’s face.
Well it wasn’t directly made of panda, but it Read More
Algonquin Round Table
Molly Ringwald isn’t just the sweetie who starred in three John Hughes classics (as well as a Godard film!). She’s also a well-regarded writer who recently published a book of short stories. (Your move, Jennifer Egan—we suggest looking for a role in the next Selena Gomez teen flick.)
(Clockwise from top left: Ruth Bourdain, Jonathan Ames, Andy Cohen, Lena Dunham, and Blue Ivy Carter)
With the reopening of the Algonquin Hotel, we must consider who will be chosen for the honor of one of the 11 seats in the Algonquin Round Table.
REASONS TO DRINK TONIGHT
“One drink for everybody!” hollered Jonathan Ames. He was standing center stage at the Brooklyn Inn to administer last rites for his show, Bored To Death.
The Observer was especially sad to hear about HBO’s cancelling of Bored to Death, the Jonathan Ames-penned comedy that just wrapped a hysterical third season (and often pulled entire scenes straight from the pages of this newspaper!). The show had perfected and managed into a science the fine art of lampooning New Yorkers Read More
Brooklyn writer Jonathan Ames got a write-up in the Post‘s real estate section today: he lives in a 850-square-foot Boerum Hill one-bedroom for which he pays $1400 a month. His bed, the Post notes, cost $3000.
His HBO series Bored to Death seems to have gone a long way toward furnishing the Read More
The Extra Man is a hapless fiasco about Louis Ives, a nerdy Princeton meathead with a penchant for wearing women’s lingerie who travels to Manhattan looking for adventure, answers a roommate-wanted ad, and moves into a rabbit warren decorated with Christmas tree ornaments occupied by Harry Harrison, a fading gigolo and a penniless, Read More
On Monday night, the New York premiere of The Extra Man began with a man standing in front of the audience and letting out a rolling, throaty yodel that sounded like a cross between a sea otter and an exotic bird.
This happened shortly after Shari Springer Berman, the co-director of the Read More
Judging from the din that filled Capitale’s gorgeous foyer on Tuesday, Nov. 17, everyone at the year’s Moth Ball had a story to tell.
As black-and-white–clad guests talked over one another during a cocktail reception, the Transom asked Jonathan Ames, creator of HBO’s Bored to Death and longtime “Mothman,” to explain what makes a Read More