Pucho is a sorrel-colored gelding with a white stripe down his face, big haunches and bulging leg muscles. He’s all power.
Brasita is small, dark and feminine. Notice her well-formed knees and fetlocks as she coyly paws the shavings on the floor. The mare’s got great moves.
“With her, you try get a little more Read More
Lately, the actor Josh Lucas has been questioning his tendency to gravitate toward dark, tortured characters.
“I feel it’s not indicative of my soul or who I am,” the 38-year-old told me on recent sunny afternoon on a shaded bench in a tucked-away park in the East Village. He’s embodied some pretty grizzly characters: Read More
Last month, Michael Thomas went to see his doctor for a routine checkup. At the end, he joked that the biggest problem he was having these days was finding the damn thing.
“It’s actually a real problem,” he explained, on a recent afternoon at his loft in Dumbo.
He had made himself comfortable Read More
John Mahdessian prefers not to be called a dry cleaner.
“That’s a fuckin’ insult,” he said, between pulls off a Marlboro Light on a recent Sunday morning. “That’s like calling a world-renowned surgeon a doctor.”
We were outside the nail salon next door to the Madame Paulette flagship, first opened by Mr. Mahdessian’s Read More
“So he’s supposed to be some kind of a movie star?” a skinny girl with braids asked her friend as they watched Michael Pitt walk out the door of the Tilden Family Center in Highland Park, Brooklyn, on a recent Friday. The center, which provides community outreach programs for kids, was buzzing with the rumor Read More
To sit next to Mike Nelson in a sunlit park is to be in the presence of celebrity. Nobody misses him. He’s 6-foot-4, with a 50-inch chest, a 34-inch waist and 19-and-a-half-inch biceps attached to shoulders the size of bowling balls. His dark brown hair is shoulder-length. Typical dress is a tight-fitting undershirt with a Read More
At 4 p.m. on Friday, April 24, rising fashion writer and high-society magnet Derek Blasberg was basking on a bench outside the Mercer hotel. He wore a canary yellow Ralph Lauren wool sweater dotted with white terriers, a red-and-black-checked dress shirt, Earnest Sewn designer jeans and Burberry spats, whose chocolate brown patent leather tips twinkled Read More
“Beautiful, beautiful! … Show me some love! … Chin up a little bit … Perfect, perfect … Fire woman! You’re a fire woman.”
Clay McBride’s rapid-fire words were punctuated by the pops and cranks of his camera and lighting equipment. Crouched behind his 4×5 view camera, the 40-year-old lensman, who over the past 15 Read More
The Spades started out just outside Detroit. It was the 1960s and Sam Spade was an ad man for the Big Three automakers while his beautiful wife, Judy, cared for their three boys. Sam liked to disappear. One day he didn’t come home for six months, so Judy put the house on the market. The Read More
“He’s the only man I know,” said international playboy and Greek shipping heir–slash–journalist Taki Theodoracopulos of his 28-year-old son, J.T., “who is a painter who refuses any kind of publicity, when completely talentless people, like Basquiat and all the rest of these—”
“No, not Basquiat,” J.T. said. “He painted a lot, he painted a Read More
