I’m under attack. I’m the Typhoid Mary of the art world. In the last few weeks, I’ve been publicly vilified as “a hack” and a “rip-off artist.” It has even been said of me that I am “full of shit.” Charmed, I’m sure!
I’m not really surprised. It was inevitable; I could see it Read More
I’m under attack. I’m the Typhoid Mary of the art world. In the last few weeks, I’ve been publicly vilified as “a hack” and a “rip-off artist.” It has even been said of me that I am “full of shit.” Charmed, I’m sure!
I’m not really surprised. It was inevitable; I could see it coming. Read More
“If you use anything except an ashtray to put your cigarette out in, I’ll come over there and cut your fingers off, and then you’ll have to smoke with your penis,” she said to me on the phone the next day.
I’m sure that’s what she said. I’m sure I couldn’t have misheard. Still: Read More
It was the biggest in U.S. history. People gasped when they saw it coming. It was scary. It damn near pulled my arms out of their sockets. I am talking about the world’s first Category 6 goodie bag.
In fairness to all concerned, we were given ample warning. Halfway through Allure magazine’s 10th Anniversary Read More
Last fall, I wrote a big check at the J. Mendel sample sale and left with a new Russian sable jacket. My emotional state felt vaguely familiar: the initial attraction, the decision to commit, the pure physical pleasure, the brief afterglow … the guilt.
Though I knew sample sales could be dangerous, the invitation to Read More
Last fall, I wrote a big check at the J. Mendel sample sale and left with a new Russian sable jacket. My emotional state felt vaguely familiar: the initial attraction, the decision to commit, the pure physical pleasure, the brief afterglow … the guilt.
Though I knew sample sales could be dangerous, the invitation to Read More
This week in Slate, Tom Vanderbilt writes about the rise in personal mini-storage units in one of those far-reaching cultural essays inevitably headlined “[fill in the blank] Nation.”
Vanderbilt posits a number of explanations for the rise in mini-storage in Self-Storage Nation (rising consumerism, increased mobility, eBay, etc.) and grapples with the mystery Read More
There’s nothing more depressing than having to watch history being made from the sidelines; I’m talking about the Michael Jackson trial. I’ve covered several so-called trials of the century (or at least the last half-decade) for this publication: Sean (P. Diddy) Combs, Al Taubman, Martha Stewart.
So when the call didn’t come to hop a Read More
I was ambling across St. Marks Place, thinking about the old days, when I was forced to an abrupt stop. I had run into a stroller jam-more specifically, a gridlock composed of $700 Bugaboos bearing infants in $200 frocks. On St. Marks Place! Just across the street from where I bought my first set of Read More
Here’s a tip for summer travel: If you’re planning to visit one of the European capitals this summer, don’t consult a map in public unless your life depends on it. At least that’s the message several recent crimes involving tourists visiting New York seems to suggest. To do so tells opportunistic criminals, such as the Read More
