The Last Two Hours
People in New York are thinking a lot about their own deaths. It
seemed like a good time to ask the old question, “What do you want to be doing
the last two hours of your life?”
Ray Parish, 35, said he wanted to make some steaks and crispy
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Sondheim won’t spark any debate but it will certainly please anyone looking to throw on a bit of sophisticated music before popping open a bottle of Chardonnay before dinner
Judging from the avalanche of Stephen Sondheim collections released in recent years, you might think that Mr. Sondheim was no longer with us. He is, of Read More
Of all the great writers of American popular song, no one suits our sexually promiscuous but emotionally challenged age more than Cole Porter. Porter was the master of what Alec Wilder called “theatrical elegance.” His songs are witty, sometimes even passionate, but not romantic–sexually frank without a hint of sensuality. No one ever lost it Read More
The Switch
No one in this town likes to talk about it, but with the first cool licks of autumn comes a profound and sudden shift in the sexual power structure of women in New York. Simply put, the body girls go out, the face girls come in.
It goes like this: The Read More
It was always hard to get him to buy skim milk, and maybe that was O.K. Guys who drank skim milk were always a little suspect, a little wussy, like they weren’t forceful enough to metabolize the fat or something. “I just think it tastes … cleaner,” they’d say unconvincingly, pouring out the ghoulish gray-blue Read More
