Like Father Like Son
When Graydon Carter pulled an intern named Michael Hainey aside at the Spy magazine Christmas party in 1989, the legendary editor had probably had a few. “I think you’re going to be a star,” Mr. Carter said. And then the advice he’d repeat over the years: “Don’t fuck it up.”
Twenty-five at the time, Mr. Read More
Between Kellan Lutz offering to get naked on stage and Ted Danson thanking Esquire for a wonderful evening, the 2012 GQ Gentlemen’s Ball was a boozy affair.
Big Apple Idolatry
– How’s this for a wedding present: Justin Timberlake’s buddy, real estate agent Justin Huchel, filmed a bunch of homeless people wishing the best for the actor/singer and his new bride, Jessica Biel. See, it’s funny because what could the homeless possibly offer Hollywood royalty except wishes? Not everyone thinks this joke is in good taste, but then they probably haven’t seen Biel’s wedding dress. (Video after the jump.)
Last season, television’s most anodyne evening got a shot of hipness in the form of Sex and the City executive producer Michael Patrick King’s new series, 2 Broke Girls. The CBS comedy about young ladies in Brooklyn was an instant hit, kicking off a season-long discussion about girl-women on TV (viz. Girls, New Girl) and Read More
Friday, opening night at pop-up club Chez André at The Standard, East Village, found teenage dandy Peter Brant II and ex-porn star Nick Gruber, who was apparently taking a night off from writing a book and developing a TV show about his two-year relationship with Calvin Klein, on stage. The duo, joined at the mic by Andrew Warren and model Serena Marron, sang and mumbled their way through a live-band karaoke rendition of “Born to Be Wild.” We have the video evidence. Arguably, it is the best version of the song ever performed. Arguably!
The highly-anticipated Great Gatsby re-boot (or whatever!) was to be released this Christmas, but it’s avoiding the Anna Karenina/Django Unchained/Hobbit pile-up with a move to next summer. Totally speculating here: this throws the editorial calendars of several top magazines into chaos. Herewith, our deeply un-educated guesses on the stories and cover lines editors are stuck with:
Politico enraged much of the media this morning when it published an article accusing top competitors The New York Times and The Washington Post of biased campaign coverage, favoring President Barack Obama.
To us, it seemed like a shameless beat-sweetener. Signal to the G.O.P. that you think the other guys were unfair, the thinking goes, and then watch the Mitt Romney exclusives roll in.
ANONYBLOGGER NO MORE
In October 2010, as the menswear blogging genre really began to explode—with the popularity of standbys like Michael Williams’ A Continuous Lean going full-tilt and dozens of imitators popping up behind it—a satirical blog called Fuck Yeah Menswear emerged.
GQ editor Jim Nelson was the foreman on the jury that found Trevell Coleman—a.k.a. Bad Boy rapper G Dep—guilty of fatally shooting John Henkel last month.
“I did not want to do jury duty,” Mr. Nelson wrote in his June letter from the editor. “I said a prayer to baby Jesus the night before, asking him to use his baby Jesus powers and to please Lord not let them pick me like they always do.”
The American Society of Magazine Editors named New York‘s Demi Moore-referencing, pregnant after 50 photoillustration the best cover of the year. It’s certainly burned into our skull.
If they were giving out prizes for best ledes, the same issue of New York would be our top pick as well. Remember?