“I’ve often hoped that St. Valentine’s martyrdom was a particularly grisly one,” Mr. Mays quipped. “This year, I think I’ll celebrate by being murdered eight times by Bryce Pinkham, then go home to my darling wife and dog.” Read More
Just ask Ben Taylor, whose multimedia presentation “Sex and the Sick Bee” casts insects in appropriate roles from Sex and the City. The mildly aggressive carpenter wasp kills live prey and is very independent — a dead ringer for the show’s dominant redhead.
Mr. Taylor, the Assistant Director of Education at University of Read More
Sex and the City creator Darren Star may have inundated the West Village with flocks of would-be Carries lining up outside of Magnolia Bakery and blocking the sidewalks as they ponder their love lives via interior monologue, but when Mr. Star rested his head at night, he headed uptown to his 35th floor apartment in the Trump International Hotel and Tower on Columbus Circle.
At least, he used to—the Melrose Place- and Beverly Hills, 90210-creator just offloaded his sky-high pad, according to city records filed this morning, for a lucky $13 million.
Mr. Star’s broker, Brown Harris Stevens managing director John Burger, was tight-lipped about the buyer, who was listed on the deed only as Beverly Park Corporation, domiciled on Wilshire Boulevard (coincidentally, just down the road from Mr. Star’s lawyer).
When Chris Noth invites you out on Valentine’s Day weekend, you don’t say no. At least that was the Transom’s theory as we set out Sunday night, looking to get friendly with the actor best known for his role as Mr. Big on Sex and the City—and, oh yeah, with the rain forests—at a benefit Read More
A couple weeks after I moved to Hong Kong, I had coffee with a British woman named Margaret.
Margaret had lived in Hong Kong for many years and was the director of business for a communications consultancy. When I lived in New York, I had occasionally worked as a corporate trainer, and wanted to resume Read More
Sex and the City
The Carrie Diaries, the struggling-upward-teen-in-New-York Sex and the City prequel, is taking the Monday 8 p.m. time slot of the wealthy-teens-in-New-York soap Gossip Girl, once that show goes off-air at the end of the year.
Diaries and its time slot predecessor share executive producers in the form of Josh Schwartz and Stephanie Savage, but hopefully the new Read More
Earlier this morning, a tormented wail rose up from Magnolia Bakery and spread throughout the city, stopping at Manolo Blahnik’s Fifth Avenue flagship before seeping out to the rest of the country.
When authorities finally calmed down the hysterical populace, they were able to determine that the mass cry of despair was not over our national unemployment rate, or even the possibility of giving Ron Paul the keys to the economy. It wasn’t Libya, or the fact that the Fast & Furious franchise has just given up on trying to name its films.
No, it was much worse, for a major trade publication had announced that there might not be another Sex and the City movie.
The Buddy System
Last season, television’s most anodyne evening got a shot of hipness in the form of Sex and the City executive producer Michael Patrick King’s new series, 2 Broke Girls. The CBS comedy about young ladies in Brooklyn was an instant hit, kicking off a season-long discussion about girl-women on TV (viz. Girls, New Girl) and Read More
Big Apple Idolatry
“Have you ever been handcuffed to a radiator?” A young man in a laboratory coat introduced himself to The Observer last Friday evening as we took our seats at the opening of the fall run of alternative singles night, Never Sleep Alone. Our reaction, or lack thereof, must have been transparent. “Sorry, I just need to ask you some basic erotic questions.” Oh, alright, get on, then.
It appeared that the point of this short survey was to detect our sexual energy, translated by the color of a mood mask we were given to wear for the duration of the evening.
The performance took place at Joe’s Pub, the quaint underbelly of the Public Theater—a low-lit, intimate space with a bar at one end, where the more reserved voyeurs sat, and a cluster of tables at the front, where brave singles positioned themselves vulnerably. The champagne flowed, a crucial aphrodisiac for the evening.
It quickly became clear that Dr. Alex Schiller, the sex therapist played by comedian Roslyn Hart, meant business. Dressed in black latex, there was no beating around her bush.
- Fresh off his Broadway run in Chicago, Usher will be kicking his feet up in one of those swivel pods on the third season of The Voice. He and Shakira will be taking over for Christina Aguilera and Cee-Lo Green, who are vacating their judges’ chairs on NBC’s hit music contest. Of coorse, Usher has an ace card up his sleeve to win over any waffling young talent. It’s two words, and rhymes with Bustin Tweezer.