“If I see another movie star in a fashion magazine — it’s ridiculous! It’s a nightmare,” said John Fairchild, who launched W magazine in
1971.
“That’s what they call the cutting edge,” he continued. “I hate that word. And buzz. It’s a crock. They love buzz! When I hear the word buzz, it Read More
The beginning of Stefano Tonchi’s tenure at W marks the end of John Fairchild’s column, according to Page Six.
Mr. Fairchild’s column, which was filed under the pen name Countess Louise J. Esterhazy and appeared on the last page of the magazine each month, was a cutting commentary on society types.
“My computer Read More
It’s Fashion Wake! From Women’s Wear Daily to Cathy Horyn, the critics of fashion have for some time now found themselves unwilling to get in the slightest bit worked up. And all the rah-rah happy-club everything-is-pretty baloney surrounding the shows ill-serves the designers. Isn’t there a point, after all, to the dialogue between critics Read More
When James Fallon, then the London bureau chief of Fairchild publications, interviewed John Fairchild, the legendary editor and publisher of Women’s Wear Daily , for the paper’s 90th anniversary issue, the man who spent the late 50′s boozing with Chanel, and the 60′s reinventing the American look and spatting with most designers, told him the Read More
The sale of the Walt Disney Company’s Fairchild Publications to S.I. Newhouse Jr.’s Advance Publications went through the afternoon of Aug. 24. The price? A reported $650 million.
In addition to taking on Jane and W magazines-publications that fall under Advance Publications’ Condé Nast Publications division-Mr. Newhouse is the new owner of the fashion trade Read More
“I don’t know what writer’s block is,” said James Brady. That is fairly obvious.
From Thursday to Sunday, he sits in possibly the smallest house, and certainly the most borderline seedy one, on Further Lane in East Hampton and drops names, plugs people he likes, moralizes and inserts power anecdotes into his four weekly columns: Read More
John Fairchild dreamt of Geoffrey Beene the other night. Even in the dream, set in the narrow corridors of the Ritz in Paris, W ‘s editor-at-large and America’s most consistently acclaimed fashion designer did not speak. “I was walking with Oscar [de la Renta], and we saw Geoffrey coming toward us. No escape. You know Read More
Near the end of In the Flesh , Gavin Geoffrey Dillard’s explicit, highly sexed account of his journey from male prostitute to spiritual, H.I.V.-positive poet, he writes about receiving a phone call from a man identified simply as Sam. Earlier in the book, Mr. Dillard devotes a chapter to his alleged several-month affair with the Read More
