When it comes to goodbyes, 2009 was catastrophic. So before we bid adios to the old man with the scythe and welcome the new kid with his year to grow, let’s retrieve the rest of the leftover New Year’s Eve bubbly from the back shelf of the fridge and drink one last toast to the Read More
In 1999, Natasha Richardson and I were tossed together in a hurricane of frocks, one or two of which smelled distinctly of mothballs.
“Unforgettable—Fashion of the Oscars” was a complex serial benefit for the American Foundation for Aids Research (amfAR), instigated and propelled by Natasha. Vogue, Christie’s and Barneys were the sponsors. While Anna Read More
At Thursday night’s American Foundation for AIDS Research (amFAR) gala at Cipriani, the attendees were all about the cause and less about Fashion Week, which officially kicked off the next day.
Among those present were Liza Minnelli and Donna Karan (both of whom were honored for their work for AIDS research), Kenneth Cole, Anna Read More
Last night at Guastavino’s The Daily Transom found Donna Karan in the mood to wax metaphysical.
“I’ve been to Africa many times already, and once you get bit by an African bug, there’s nothing like it in the world. You know what it is—did you hear the drumming?” Ms. Karan asked, gesturing to a group Read More
The evening of Saturday, March 31, found a beautiful pack of
gallery crawlers huddled outside Mary Boone’s Chelsea gallery, puffing on their
Marlboros and bouncing from Blahnik to Blahnik to keep warm. They sucked on
their cigarettes, ashed on the sidewalk and flicked their butts in the gutter
before going back into artist- célèbre
Damian Read More
Jerry Seinfeld is finding Hamptons homeowners to be a pretty tough crowd. In April, the 45-year-old comedian’s second attempt at buying an oceanfront mansion–preferably a compound in East Hampton, L.I.–fell apart. After signing a contract to buy the East Dune Lane house of Lee Radziwill and Herb Ross for $19 million, Mr. Seinfeld’s deal was Read More
Closer , Patrick Marber’s hip drama of sex, lies and rabid heterosexuals, has opened on Broadway following its sensational run in London, and I enjoyed this modern amorality play of our time immensely. It’s a pity, I think, that one or two reviewers regret that it apparently lacks evidence of love and emotion when the Read More
As I say, when the English catch a whiff of the sewer, they’re in heaven. The excitingly revisionist, flawed and appropriately sordid production of Cabaret , which comes to us via acclaim in London, is a case of nostalgie de la boue run riot. Its hot English director, Sam Mendes, takes no prisoners; his style Read More
