The Eight-Day Week
Up & Down the Street
Who can say no to a “Skype introduction” by mogul of all things Richard Branson and a host committee that includes Lauren Bush Lauren, Martha Stewart and Tommy Hilfiger? And did we mention that Sting, his wife Trudie Styler and photographer Bruce Weber (hopefully with shirtless male models in tow) are the honorary hosts? It’s Read More
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When Rajat Gupta was sentenced to two years in prison last Wednesday, the government finally nailed to the wall the largest scalp it has taken to date in its multiyear investigation of rampant insider trading on Wall Street. He wasn’t the richest—that would be erstwhile hedge fund manager Raj Rajaratnam, the man to whom Mr. Read More
A restaurant opening in the chandeliered halls of The Pierre, flagship of Taj hotels, held much promise for some unrepentant gorging, but we were tragically left empty mouthed at Sirio’s grand unveiling on Wednesday evening, with not a crumb going spare.
“We have a lot of dear friends, and a lot of people who love Read More
We felt as though we had wondered into the pages of Martha Stewart Living—and in a sense, we had.
Gael Towey, the Chief Integration and Creative Officer of Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia, hosted a cocktail party last night to kick-off American Made, a week-long event where Martha Stewart honors 15 small, American businesses that make pretty things and delicious food.
An army of well-dressed Martha employees took our wrinkled and soggy trench coat upon arriving at the West Village townhouse that Ms. Towey shares with Stephen Doyle, her designer husband. We were given a name tag written in calligraphy by Mr. Doyle and directed to the bar. We stopped on the way to talk cheese plates with an editorial assistant.
“Look who it is: it’s Edwina, the Edwina,” Isaac Mizrahi exclaimed to The Observer this past Saturday, as he approached Edwina von Gal, the designer who, Ross Bleckner told us, “did the landscaping at my house in Sagaponack.”
We were at Cindy Sherman’s new East Hampton home at a benefit for the Azuero Earth Project, the Panama-based ecological nonprofit of which Ms. von Gal is president. It was a cozy beginning-of-the-end to the Hamptons summer season. Guests sat on benches under a white tent to eat empanadas and watch performances by Suzanne Vega, Rufus Wainwright, Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed. Children climbed into pendulous bamboo cocoons, stuffed with pillows, that swayed from the trees.
The Hairpin columnist Jolie Kerr, one of three “mini-Marthas” we recently profiled for bringing housekeeping advice to a generation that can’t use a vacuum, has sold a book of advice to Alison Lorentzen at Plume. The news was first announced on Publishers Marketplace (behind a paywall). The book is to Read More
The elegant townhouse at 169 East 71st Street has played a role in two great dramas—starring first as the facade of Holly Golightly’s apartment in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and decades later acting as the hideout of owner Peter E. Bacanovic, the disgraced Merrill Lynch broker who spent five months in prison as part of the Martha Stewart insider trading scandal.
And who knows what lies in store next for the gracious old beauty, bought for $5.97 million, a smidge over the $5.85 million ask? The buyer was mysterious Cyprus-based Costalea Holdings Limited. Is more glamor and intrigue even possible?
In yesterday’s story about a new generation of mini-Marthas, we noted that Martha Stewart has become outmoded due to her core audience’s total lack of familiarity with basic homemaking skills. Who needs a twelve-lemon centerpiece when you can’t boil an egg?
It turns out that this wasn’t lost on Ms. Stewart, whose next TV Read More
One of my roommates periodically gets a very crafty idea when it comes to the maintenance of our apartment—he’ll stay up all night and bleach the counters, then pull old wine bottles out of the recycling bin and fill them with olive oil or tap water. The sparkling counters or the shiny glass bottles are Read More
We felt woefully under-dressed as we stepped into the 2nd floor foyer of the Waldorf-Astoria, the entrance to Bette Midler‘s Hulaween party. The theme was Día de los Muertos – the Mexican Day of the Dead – and although we felt like zombies after occupying Wall Street earlier that Friday evening, we weren’t decked out in any apparel that suited the $1,000-a-plate dinner.