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Prison comedy-drama Orange Is the New Black is Netflix’s latest attempt at getting viewers to binge-watch an original series, after the successes of House of Cards and Arrested Development (2.0). Viewers accustomed to watching box-set DVDs or streaming HBO shows are no strangers to the just-one-more-episode mentality, and Netflix facilitates this (like a good enabler) by automatically playing the next episode.
So what’s it like to be a writer on a show that’s basically the entertainment version of crack? We asked Nick Jones, a story editor and writer for OITNB.
When theater producers are presented with scripts they deem too twisted, experimental, gigantic or just plain crazy to ever be put on stage, “unproducible” is the rejection-letter shorthand that they use. For playwrights, the label is discouraging at best, infuriating at worst.
But on a recent Saturday night, “unproducible” content took center stage at the Read More
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“On the West Coast, they call it the Stanford swivel,” said serial entrepreneur Nihal Mehta. “Like when you’re at Stanford, you kind of have to look around to make sure other people aren’t hearing. I find myself doing the Stanford swivel at Soho House, just to make sure that folks aren’t eavesdropping.”
Mr. Mehta, whose latest venture, LocalResponse, helps brands find and reward consumers posting about them on social media, was discussing the downside of talking shop in the recently refurbished sixth-floor drawing room of Soho House. “I was kinda joking around last time I was there that we’d have to sign N.D.A.’s,” said Mr. Mehta.
The notion that members of the tony, $1,800-to-$2,400-a-year private club would have to worry about techies stealing their start-up idea—rather than, say, an I-banker squirreling away a stock tip—has to do with the changing demographics of Soho House. Where a seat at the bar once meant overhearing talk about “taking helicopters to the Hamptons,” as one member told The Observer, these days, depending on the hour, the sixth floor might have more in common with a start-up hub than the lunch crowd at Michael’s or Bull and Bear.
“I’ll roll up to Bungalow with like 12 of the hottest girls you’ve ever seen in your life, and it’s like boom! The velvet rope drops,” said Danny Estrada, a young celebutante known about town as the son of actor Erik Estrada. “The bouncer doesn’t even bat an eye.”
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