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?
Nearly everyone on the Internet is either talking, writing, or reading about HBO’s new half-hour coming-of-age dramedy ‘Girls.’ They can stop, now.
All of them.
The last word and first authority on the matter has arrived. The nexus of Twitter, television, and criticism get no better than this:
The sit-down with Drake in April’s GQ makes the 25-year-old rapper out to be a quick study in the cornier accoutrements of wealth and fame. Chiefly, the tacky swimming pool that features a waterfall, stepping stones, and statues of nude women.
But Drake reaches cheese-ball apotheosis when he sincerely tells writer Claire Hoffman how unfulfilled he is by one night stands.
In a year that has seen famous-on-the-Internet acts Lana Del Rey and Karmin get Saturday Night Live bookings, there’s a certain cachet to getting an artist on the record before they either blow up or flame out–and before they learn how to talk to a reporter.
Rapper Kreayshawn, of the status-anxiety-evoking “Gucci Gucci,” Read More
Fashion Week Observed
First Daughter of Mustique Elizabeth Hilfiger shouted “Is BryanBoy here?” The elusive Philippine blogger may not be, a P.R. type informed her. “BRYANBOY,” she groaned, exhibiting a classic vocal fry. Nearby, Bradley Cooper discussed football with New York Giant Victor Cruz–”I’m an Eagles man myself,” said the Limitless star–between posing for snaps Read More
off the record
While the Giants clinched victory down in Indianapolis Sunday night, a contest of editorial mettle was taking place between New York’s top men’s magazines.
Shortly before kick-off, The New York Times reported that Hearst’s Esquire would post a movie-style trailer for a March print story about the Zanesville zoo massacre (remember when that suicidal exotic animal collector released 56 dangerous animals into a small town in Ohio?) along with a preview of the piece by Chris Jones. The latest in a series of editorial widgets (last month’s: a QR code on cover boy Bill Clinton’s crotch!), the trailer was designed to build buzz and boost sales of the print issue. The full story and a longer trailer would be online later, according to The Times.
The March issues of rival men’s magazines Esquire and GQ both feature stories about the Zanesville Zoo in Ohio, from which dozens of exotic animals were released last fall by the zoo’s suicidal owner, Terry Thompson.
Both pieces were written by men named Chris (Heath for GQ and Jones, for Esquire). Both Read More
the infinite sadness
Is method acting now extending into the realm governed by the publicist? While we don’t recall Nicole Kidman shooting any Vanity Fair covers in early 2003 dressed as Virginia Woolf, Michelle Williams is on the cover of GQ (un)dressed as Marilyn Monroe, complete with peroxidey hair. If this cover looks familiar, Read More
In 2010, flash sale giant Gilt Groupe dabbled in editorial content, restoring the glossy magazine editors felled by the axe of McKinsey & Company to their rightful, expense account-enabled glory, atop blogs like Gilt Taste, Insider, and MANual.
Those operations may have been a drop in the bucket for the billion-dollar company, Read More