Fashion Week Observed
How is it possible that the Boom Boom Room is still the Boom Boom Room? New York spots aren’t supposed to survive the winter after Fashion Week. But somehow the Top of the Standard, the golden canopy in Gotham’s skies, has lasted a half-decade.
“What makes it enduring?” Andre Balazs asked us during the rollicking five-year anniversary party he threw for his joint Thursday night. The proprietor of the fine cocktail spot and the hotel that houses it was standing steps away from the Boom Boom Room’s sprawling classic bar, its centerpiece bursting as always with gold-lit tubes like a giant warped church organ. “I think it’s the people, it’s like a child growing up. You can have all the great things, the great view and everything else, but the key to anything is attentiveness.”
Fiona Apple is not a girl. Come to think of it, she never was.
In our present cultural moment—when, out of opposite corners of YouTube, the two indomitable pop breakouts of the year are a quasi-teenager (Carly Rae Jepsen) discovered by Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez and a real teenager (Kitty Pryde) who raps about marrying Justin Bieber (and running over Selena, twice); when the one popularly unassailable part of Obamacare is the provision that allows keeping offspring medical dependents till age 26—that may be the most incongruous thing about her.
In advance of Fiona Apple’s new album–her first since 2005, and bearing a characteristically unwieldy title–the singer has released a new single. It’s called “Every Single Night,” and with its twee plinkiness and scatty, anxious vocals, it’s no huge departure, which is precisely what any fan of Ms. Apple would hope for.
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
THE OAK ROOM AT THE ALGONQUIN
The first time I saw baby-faced singer Maude Maggart in a New York club, she reminded me of one of those turn-of-the-century milkmaids you see in antique shops on lavender-colored boxes of Louis Sherry bonbons. She wore granny gowns and sang dated tunes in a colorless voice Read More
Brooke Geahan, the 20-something founder of the Accompanied Literary Society, has made a career of throwing scruffy readers and writers together with scenesters and socialites, and using the dim light of glamorous venues to make them look significantly more attractive than they might elsewhere. She was up to her old tricks on Wednesday, Sept. 25, Read More
Forget the autumnal equinox. Fall begins on Oct. 1 with the Across the Narrows music festival, or (as I like to call it) Death to the Siren Music Festival. Headlined by Beck, the Pixies, the Killers and Oasis—we all make mistakes—it is four large concerts over one weekend at both Keyspan Park in Coney Island Read More
Fiona Apple Blossoms
In 1996, amid talk of girl power and waifdom, a tiny 18-year-oldsinger-songwriter-pianist named Fiona Apple made her debut with an album called Tidal . Although at first taken as a marketing team’s capitalization on the Kate Moss moment, Ms. Apple soon revealed herself as a top-drawer popster; hit singles like “Criminal,” which Read More
Resourceful Morningside Heights residents have come up with a lethal new weapon in their war against intrusive movie crews: the mirror.
Enraged by parking problems caused in their neighborhood by filming of a video for the alternative singer Fiona Apple, a group of Claremont Avenue residents decided to fight back. Their strategy: placing mirrors in Read More