Ronan Farrow has an amazing inteview with Miley Cyrus in this month’s W. It’s pretty New Journalism-y, which is code for “not a puff piece,” but also for “Ronan Farrow relates, because he’s also the scion of famous parents, but he doesn’t relate too much, like you can tell that he’s sort of judging her, and also he refers to Miley as the Molly Bloom of Instagram, whatever that means?”
Also: Race stuff! How Miley treats the breasts of “the little people” in her show! Traveling to Kenya! Manicures! Read on to find out our favorite moments from the interview.
They say that Justin Bieber says the Shema, the Jewish prayer about the singularity of God, before every performance. That’s beautiful. But it would be even more so if he internalized the words. Read More
The Year Observed
When you meet Felicity Jones, you understand you’re not going to find her twerking for attention any time soon. Maybe it’s the British accent or the Oxford education or just her quiet confidence, but whatever it is, the 30-year-old actress, who stars opposite Ralph Fiennes in the biopic The Invisible Woman, seems a throwback to a more gracious time. And true to form, we found her on a recent afternoon, sitting leisurely at the Crosby Street Hotel, sipping coffee. Her curly bob artfully mussed. Not a publicist in sight.
We sexted, we filibustered, we shot selfies at Nelson Mandela’s funeral. We made bad websites. We were led astray by cronuts and tempted by imaginary girlfriends, and we shamed our dogs on Facebook. Let he among us who has not twerked pop the first hip bump! We hurled epithets at photographers, stunk up the basketball court and humiliated our spouses. Atonement in January’s harsh glare is nigh, but first, a salute to some of the year’s more colorful newsmakers. Read More
We the People
Miley Cyrus’ new music video, ”Adore You,” is not for the faint of heart. In it she goes through her usual routine of touching herself, writhing in the throes of sexual ecstasy, and wearing flesh-colored undergarments. The difference this time? They’re see-through (err… or so my friends tell me).
off the record
Late last year, before Miley Cyrus became the platinum-haired twerking PSA that she is today, she started a shortlived Twitter campaign for emoji equality. “RT if you think there needs to be an #emojiethnicity update,” she tweeted, adding “umm before they add nail colors they BETTER add black people!!!” Now, a group of dissatisfied emoji users at DoSomething.org have launched a petition to address the emoji keyboard’s racial inequality.
An army of Miley Cyrus faithful—or “Smilers,” as they call themselves (adorable, we know)—gathered outside of Acme last Wednesday night, waiting to catch a glimpse of their mohawked idol on the red carpet.
When Ms. Cyrus, wearing a black leather biker jacket over a flowing white dress, arrived at the Soho restaurant to celebrate Cosmopolitan’s March issue, even those who were on the list acted the part of fangirl, rushing to grab cellphone pictures of the issue’s cover girl as she sprinted through the crowd and into the waiting arms of new editrix Joanna Coles.
A Brush with a Brant
Forget about the stockings and the giant tree in your living room. Forget about the ham or, if you’re Jewish, the traditional Chinese take-out to be followed by a matinee. (Which at this point has turned into ordering Thai from SeamlessWeb and trying to find something funny on Roku). Forget about how WTF it was that you didn’t get an iPhone or car this year. (That was SO 2011).
Despite that Harry Brant has barely cleared puberty, the social-buzzing, babygay spawn of model Stephanie Seymour and billionaire media/art/real estate tycoon Peter Brant, has a busy schedule that rivals those of Paris Hilton and Olivier Zahm. This past Friday at Emporio Armani’s 601 Madison Avenue boutique opening, we approached the 16-year-old high school sophomore to find why is he out socializing with Roberta Armani, Luigi Tadini, Ms. Hilton, Ricky Martin, Ryan Lochte, artist Rashaad Newsome, Anna dello Russo and Kate Lanphear, when he should probably be cracking those Algebra books.
“What have you been up to today?” we asked.
“I went to Rag & Bone. I liked it,” replied Mr. Brant, smiling profoundly.
Los Angeles police were called to Miley Cyrus‘s home in Studio City, California early Saturday where they confronted an allegedly scissor-wielding man who claimed he was married to the singer.
Police told the Associated Press that “employees” in the residence made the call. When the authorities arrived, the man met them at the door.
Officers didn’t believe the man, identified in one report as Jason Luis Rivera, when he claimed he was intimate enough with the 19-year-old singer to hang out in her house at 4 a.m., carrying scissors–that’d be strange even if couple really was married. So, inevitably, things got weird: