It seemed like such a 70′s New York “I’m-having-a-nervous-breakdown-and-I’ll-never-speak-to-Truman-Capote-again!” thing to do. Seek asylum from the summer heat in the cool, sleeping-pill blue D. Porthault linen shop at 18 East 69th Street. Didn’t Capote say the difference between the rich and the rest of us was their insanely fresh vegetables and crisp Porthault sheets?
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In a backlash against male liberation and casual Friday wear, suits are making a comeback. But is this what men want? Sartorial contrition after seasons of experimentation. A Prada ad in the September issue of Vanity Fair shows a faceless lad tossing a stick over a cement wall, and no best-friend canine in sight to Read More
July 23. Dear Diary: C’est moi , Phyllis Stine. C’est moi . Remember you read it here first: The Eurostar is not for ladies with heavy baggage. Finalement , am on board and settled down enough to scribble thusly, but what an ordeal! Who knew you can’t check your bags at the Gare du Nord? Read More
July 17. Dear Diary: C’est moi , Phyllis Stine. C’est moi . Where was I? Right: I didn’t get the job as editor in chief of Harper’s Bazaar . Decided I could make a career working for Hillary Clinton’s New York Senate campaign. Helping Hillary “listen” to what constituents want because, after all, I have Read More
What would you wear if you were having your portrait painted? It’s your eternal document; would you look for something extraordinary from the Paris couture shows, a week’s worth of presentations that wraps in the fashion capital on July 21? Or would you chose something anti-fashion? The seriously serious you.
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They may not be as royal as Prince Edward and Sophie Rhys-Jones, nor as bouncy as footballer David Beckham and Posh Spice Victoria Adams, but as far as London “It” couples go, Ashley and Allegra Hicks, who were in New York in June, are a big thing.
Ashley Hicks’ grandparents were Lord and Lady Mountbatten. Read More
J une 28. Flight 199 to Los Angeles, American Airlines. Dear Diary: C’est moi , Phyllis Stine. Who else should it be in Seat 2A?
Très désolée . Très, très désolée … not to mention desolate, disconsolate and heartbroken. Ferociously depressed. It has been over two years since Mr. Stine went the way of all Read More
There’s usually a little frisson of excitement if you hang around long enough in the neighborhood of ABC-TV’s headquarters near Lincoln Center.
You never know. Maybe you’ll catch how brilliantly blond Diane Sawyer becomes in raw daylight. Maybe, on the espresso line at the Starbucks at 67th Street and Columbus Avenue, you’ll overhear one of Read More
Although its launch won’t speak with the volume, say, of Talk magazine, Cheap Date –a very different enterprise–is attracting the attention of youthquakers around town.
Described as “the magazine for thinking thrifters,” Cheap Date New York ‘s launch is scheduled in New York on July 1. It was started two years ago in London. “Taking Read More
A thousand years ago, people thought the world was going to end with a new millennium. They dressed accordingly. A thousand years later, you will find such fears in New York–if they even exist–denied through the filter of fashion. Consider the week of May 31. Movie stars wore pastels to memorial services and formidable fashion Read More
