At the Salt Lake City airport Thursday, before the Sundance Film Festival officially begins, cordial, uninformed airport attendants misdirect film tourists. An apple-cheeked aspiring producer offers to share a car to Park City. “I’m here to network!” How do you network? “Oh, I was here last year, and I just met these girls, on the Read More
At the Salt Lake City airport Thursday, before the Sundance Film Festival officially begins, cordial, uninformed airport attendants misdirect film tourists. An apple-cheeked aspiring producer offers to share a car to Park City. “I’m here to network!” How do you network? “Oh, I was here last year, and I just met these girls, on the Read More
Paula Fox leaned out of her ground-floor entrance and said: “Down here. We tend not to use that entrance.” It was early afternoon on an unusually balmy winter day, and the street in front of her brownstone was empty and quiet. Much of the house was dark, but she didn’t turn on the lights. Born Read More
Paula Fox leaned out of her ground-floor entrance and said: “Down here. We tend not to use that entrance.” It was early afternoon on an unusually balmy winter day, and the street in front of her brownstone was empty and quiet. Much of the house was dark, but she didn’t turn on the lights.
Born Read MoreI find animals problematic. I do not underestimate their aesthetic value, and while on occasion I have expressed enthusiasm for certain species—some equine breeds, some birds, a reptile or two—I mostly don’t experience the sort of thing people describe as a real interspecies connection. I spend a lot of time thinking about finger-sized tamarins or Read More
I hate feet. I hate them in theory and in practice. Feet get the short end of the stick in the whole anatomy draw, and they probably deserve it. Apart from having to walk everywhere, they are beset by fungi (champignon in French), verrucas, warts, corns, bunions, calluses, hammertoes and ingrown nails with the sort Read More
The Washingtonienne, by Jessica Cutler. Hyperion, 304 pages, $24.98
"Sex: in America, an obsession. In other parts of the world, a fact," said Marlene Dietrich. And in that vein, The Washingtonienne arrives this month, to celebrate the beginning of the summer-intern season and the fact that we've only managed to regress further into the abyss of Read More"Is that Nell's?" a harried young man asked, standing on the north side of 14th Street near Eighth Avenue and pointing across the street at the awning of NA. Anticipating a fashion show that night, a fair number of low-grade scenesters were milling about in front of the nightclub that had indeed once been Nell's Read More
Does New York need another library? The kids behind the Accompanied Library seem to think so. The Morgan, Society and Mercantile-not to mention the multiple branches of the NYPL-notwithstanding, Accompanied claims it is the city's first library "dedicated purely to literature." And some bigwigs in the book world, like The New Yorker's longtime poetry editor Read More
Sure it’s October, but there’s an extra chill in the air around East 63rd Street between Park and Lexington avenues. That’s because the war between two of that block’s neighbors, billionaire mogul Ron Perelman and the popular boîte Le Bilboquet, just keeps escalating. Mr. Perelman, who has long complained about the restaurant’s noisy crowd, has Read More
100 Strokes of the Brush
Before Bed, by Melissa Panarello, Grove Press, 176 pages, $22. Contrary to what you might expect, 100 Strokes of the Brush Before Bed has almost nothing to do with hair-maintenance. The artfully obscured young thing on the cover of this book (she’s brushing a chunk of hair across her face) is Read MoreHolly Dunlap, who wears a perma-tan, gold and exclamation marks, grew up in Scottsdale, Ariz., where her mother forbade her to wear black. "I grew up wearing basically all pink and green until I was a teenager," she said.
Dad was a real-estate developer; Mom covered the house head to toe in Lilly Pulitzer. "It was Read More
