Yesterday evening was Liz Smith‘s socialite-studded Fete de Swifty—a silent-auction-based benefit held in a tent on 73rd street.
Under the tent, wait staff wandered between partygoers with plates of maple bacon. Wax likenesses of Bono and Tina Turner were donated by Madame Tussauds and positioned for Poloroids. There was an ice cream stand, a photo Read More
Last week, Times food critic Frank Bruni panned perennial Midtown media hangout Michael’s: “California cuisine?” he sneered. “More like gloppy, affected pub grub.” Though Mr. Bruni did acknowledge that “food is no longer the point of Michael’s," it shouldn’t be resting on its laurels as a go-to power lunch and breakfast Read More
On Wednesday afternoon, gossip columnist Liz Smith hosted a luncheon for around 25 people in honor of the new film The Women (which will be released on Friday) over several back tables at Michaels. (No one seemed too concerned with Frank Bruni‘s goose-egg review of the restaurant in The Times that morning.)
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In her New York Post column today, Liz Smith points us toward a new Web site. (How’s that for a phrase we never thought we would type?)
Dominick’s Diary is a site devoted to sending good wishes to Vanity Fair‘s special correspondent Dominick Dunne. The site, which Ms. Smith says was co-created by Read More
The business-lunch crowd was beginning to trickle in around 12:30 p.m. on a recent afternoon at El Rio Grande, the Murray Hill restaurant where the gossip columnist Liz Smith is a regular (she lives upstairs). Ms. Smith, who is 85, has been writing gossip for nearly 32 years, and recently helped start a Web site Read More
The New York Social Diary reports today that Michael’s had a good day yesterday. It was “hopping” with the likes of Joe Armstrong, who ate with a freshly-shorn Paula Zahn; Dominick Dunne, who was sitting with Chuck Pfeiffer and Taki Theodoracopulos; West-Coasters Mike Medavoy and Nikki Haskell; and Diana Taylor and Barbara Walters. Deep breath! Read More
In New York, the way we live now, to relinquish or be denied one’s boldface identity, whether in the form of a column mention or a byline, is to incur invisibility or social death (which amount to the same thing). I discovered this when I gave up writing in this space regularly.
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Are New Yorkers giving up? Certainly many have become weary of the frenzied fray that lies just beyond the apartment door. Forget trying to belly up to any of-the-moment bar or restaurant (a bruising battle past blue button-downs and khakis, bearded hipsters and shiny publicists)—even doing something as seemingly easy as going to Trader Joe’s Read More
“Well, I know y’all are probably on a deadline,” said newspaperwoman Liz Smith on the phone. She was, as she nearly always is, about to rush out the door of her office.
Ms. Smith, now 82, originally of Fort Worth, Tex., has lived in New York City since 1949, but she still retains a Read More
Charles Barron, the black radical Councilman from East New York, has always wanted to take on the “white power structure.”
And in today’s Newsday, Barron’s fantasy comes true. In the round-up of his re-election contest with a challenger named John Whitehead, the paper runs a photo of the other John Whitehead — Read More
