LAURIE: I made my once-yearly visit to Barneys the other day. Or rather, I made my once-yearly visit to the 8th floor, a.k.a. Barneys Co-Op, a.k.a the only floor on which I do not get the sense that they are calling security on me–me with my broken-zippered windbreaker and the slight, sweaty sheen I get Read More
If you’ve ever visited a former Communist republic, you know that graffiti can be a problem. It’s as if, after all those years of stifled creative expression, it explodes all over the place from the nozzle of a spray-paint can.
And while free expression (if not vandalism) is to be encouraged, we’d prefer its Read More
If you’ve ever visited a former Communist republic, you know that graffiti can be a problem. It’s as if, after all those years of stifled creative expression, it explodes all over the place from the nozzle of a spray-paint can.
And while free expression (if not vandalism) is to be encouraged, we’d prefer its practitioners Read More
History was made at the Golden Globes. On Monday night, we television viewers gasped as the unthinkable unfurled before our eyes: Hollywood, it would appear, has abandoned its lefty point of view and gone totally, shockingly and utterly Republican! Never in the history of the red carpet have we ever witnessed such a turgid parade—sleek Read More
Over the past week, Ana Marie Cox’s debut novel, Dog Days, has netted three — count ‘em! one-two-three — articles in The New York Times. And none of their authors seem to be on quite the same page.
Janet Maslin (1/3): “Dog Days manages to be doubly conventional: it follows both an old-fashioned Read More
My name is Friday and on behalf of Simon & Schuster I’m currently helping spread the word about Lauren Weisberger’s latest work, Everyone Worth Knowing. Weisberger is best-known for her earlier work, The Devil Wears Prada. I think your site’s target audience would really appreciate this book. Would you be interested in receiving Read More
On a recent Saturday afternoon, my friend Francesca and I enjoyed a fairy-tale shopping day. We were at Jeffrey, of course, moseying though the shoe department, pausing to opine on the merits of the Prada mule. We passed the dreadlocked D.J. spinning old Barbra and entered the women’s salon, where a Lacoste-shirted salesman, channeling Jeffrey Read More
On a recent Saturday afternoon, my friend Francesca and I enjoyed a fairy-tale shopping day. We were at Jeffrey, of course, moseying though the shoe department, pausing to opine on the merits of the Prada mule. We passed the dreadlocked D.J. spinning old Barbra and entered the women’s salon, where a Lacoste-shirted salesman, channeling Jeffrey Read More
