Annie Leibovitz, the grand dame of Vogue, Vanity Fair and Rolling Stone covers, was the one facing flashbulbs. The other morning she gave a private press tour of her new show at the Brooklyn Museum.
“Walk slowly. Watch your cameras,” she said. Microphone booms swung through the air, nearly knocking the photos off the Read More
The photographs of 9/11 hold an unparalleled, monumental power over us. So one picks up a 400-page book that promises to tell “The Stories Behind the Images” with high expectations, and with some nervousness, too: If it doesn’t live up to its billing, it will feel like just another meretricious contribution to the expanding shelf Read More
I very rarely hear from anyone I write about, though Neil LaBute is an exception. He drops me an e-mail whenever I review a new play of his, saying, in effect, “I’m sorry you didn’t like my play and fuck you.”
Well, fair enough. No artist in the history of the world has ever Read More
New Yorker fashion director Michael Roberts is moving over to Vanity Fair, according to a press release just issued by Conde Nast today.
Full release after the jump.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
GRAYDON CARTER NAMES MICHAEL ROBERTS
FASHION AND STYLE DIRECTOR OF VANITY FAIR Read More
This from the comments section beneath a recent post on the sudden spate of street construction around Freddy Ferrer’s home:
“A bunch of us ‘managerial appointees’ in DOT had fun ordering the tearing up of the pavement outside Vanity Fair’s offices back in ’96 or ’97 on the same day that its Read More
In January, FishbowlNY attempted to crack the complex economics of Vanity Fair‘s writer-payment system:
We don’t know how much Peter Biskind gets paid to write for Vanity Fair. Or Fran Lebowitz. Or Sebastian Junger. Or Michael Wolff. But we can guess.
Admirable guesstimates of contributors’ individual salaries followed.
Well, guess no Read More
The invitation- my invitation-to the relaunch party for Radar magazine arrived in the form of Martha Stewart’s head, in stiff paper, with a stick to glue it onto. Other invitees apparently received other celebrities (Gawker showed one that was Michael Jackson’s head), but mine is Martha: luridly colored, like a tinted Daguerreotype, and with the Read More
Technically speaking, it’s spring (even though we’re still sleeping under flannel sheets and using our unlimited MetroCard to creep about underground), and we’re beginning to see signs of seasonal stirrings: punning headline writers crowing (sorry) about Pale Male knocking up his bird; brightly colored trench coats and bathing suits on display everywhere (as Read More
Several days before Oscar weekend, I was in a studio executive’s office discussing a script. As the rain pounded the windows, I asked what she thought of the awards, and the fact that her division of the studio-the main division-had been overshadowed in the completion by its smaller, quasi-independent sister.
“It’s irrelevant,” she said. “It’s Read More
It’s the most wondrous time of the year … again!
And what else truly heralds the start of the holiday season more than the highly anticipated office party? Where else can workplace terrors and ambition be seen so nakedly on display, tongues loosened by liquor and the sex that fizzles under the politically correct surface Read More