We’re getting fatter and fatter, or so the endless flow of statistical surveys would have us believe. But is this the whole picture? I think not. Based on my observations at last week’s New York Fashion Week frenzy, I am forced to the conclusion that there’s a hell of a lot more going on. The Read More
We’re getting fatter and fatter, or so the endless flow of statistical surveys would have us believe. But is this the whole picture? I think not. Based on my observations at last week’s New York Fashion Week frenzy, I am forced to the conclusion that there’s a hell of a lot more going on. The Read More
On the crowded streets of Park City, Utah, it’s difficult to leave the screening of a small movie like Friends With Money, directed by indie cult figure Nicole Holofcener, in a big limousine.
The movie’s star, Jennifer Aniston, spent the weekend in the company of her favorite accessory, her gay hairdresser, Chris McMillan; for press Read More
On the crowded streets of Park City, Utah, it’s difficult to leave the screening of a small movie like Friends With Money, directed by indie cult figure Nicole Holofcener, in a big limousine.
The movie’s star, Jennifer Aniston, spent the weekend in the company of her favorite accessory, her gay hairdresser, Chris McMillan; for Read More
I devoured recent newspaper accounts of the “Goddess”-themed Costume Institute gala at the Met with an atavistic hunger. Such an event would be inconceivable here in L.A. It’s not that we lack for goddesses; according to my bedraggled Thomas Guide -the encyclopedic map you consult every time you need a carton of milk-there’s even an Read More
You’re planning a chi-chi getaway to an obscure little island a deux . Warning: insist that your boyfriend leave his smelly-dirtbag look in New York. The locals will never understand it; they’ll take one look at his self-conscious degage -not to mention his unwashed, matted mullet-and assume that he’s mentally ill. Clean him up! Buy Read More
