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Matthew DeBord

The Jewels of Flushing

The Men Roger Federer The No. 1 seed, Wimbledon and Australian Open victor, recently accorded metaphysical significance by novelist David Foster Wallace, the impeccable Swiss arrives at Flushing Meadows seeking a third consecutive Open title. If not for a loss to Nadal in the French Open final, we’d all be talking calendar-year Grand Slam, but Read More

The Jewels of Flushing

The Men

Roger Federer The No. 1 seed, Wimbledon and Australian Open victor, recently accorded metaphysical significance by novelist David Foster Wallace, the impeccable Swiss arrives at Flushing Meadows seeking a third consecutive Open title. If not for a loss to Nadal in the French Open final, we’d all be talking calendar-year Grand Slam, but Read More

It’s Ferrari Crash! Swede’s Flame-Out Stops L.A. Cold

One of the singular yet disarming pleasures of living in Los Angeles is that, once you exit the desert and enter the basin, you’re allowed to switch off your passion center. New York has heart. Chicago has soul. New Orleans has an indomitable spirit. L.A. has reflexive indifference.

So it’s actually a big deal—a shocking Read More

It’s Ferrari Crash! Swede’s Flame-Out Stops L.A. Cold

One of the singular yet disarming pleasures of living in Los Angeles is that, once you exit the desert and enter the basin, you’re allowed to switch off your passion center. New York has heart. Chicago has soul. New Orleans has an indomitable spirit. L.A. has reflexive indifference. So it’s actually a big deal—a shocking Read More

Blue Courts at U.S. Open!

Andy Roddick can’t crack Roger Federer. On that, virtually everyone agrees. But a more vital question tickling at the margins of American sport is: Why the hell can’t A-Rod even seem to make a match of his match-ups with Fed? By the end of next week, if form holds in Flushing Meadows, we might find Read More

Blue Courts at U.S. Open!

Andy Roddick can’t crack Roger Federer. On that, virtually everyone agrees. But a more vital question tickling at the margins of American sport is: Why the hell can’t A-Rod even seem to make a match of his match-ups with Fed? By the end of next week, if form holds in Flushing Meadows, we might find Read More

All Hail Robert M. Parker Jr., Keen Judge of His Own Genius

The Emperor of Wine: The Rise of Robert M. Parker, Jr. and the Reign of American Taste by Elin McCoy. Ecco, 342 pages, $25.95.

It’s true, you can now buy first-growth Bordeaux from Costco. Thank the much-discussed wine boom of the past few decades—the emergence of the idea that wine is something every American should Read More

Whacko! U.S. Open Monsters Invade

Head-swivelingly handsome, Harvard-educated, Top 50 professional tennis player James Blake has vowed to do something about his self-confidence problem.

You're surprised that the 6-foot-1 Donna Karan model with the impeccably smooth cocoa-powder skin, the dramatic two-tone dreadlocks, the wry smile and the crackerjack forehand-not to mention more than a million bucks in winnings in the bank-has Read More

Party-Girl Philosopher: Wisdom From the Mouth of a Babe

I saw Kirstie the other day, loping down the street over by Union Square. It was as if I were a Golden Age Greek who'd spotted Socrates making his way through the Athenian marketplace: a real personal showstopper.

Who is Kirstie? you ask. A noted public intellectual? A firebrand pundit? A feminist academic with a Read More

Sex, Fear and Videophones: It’s the Them Decade

You hear talk in New York about the 70's being back.

Consider the evidence: The economy sucks. A certain spirit of sexual wantonness has seized the population. "Hooking up," on its face, sounds a lot like cruising, and that old line about getting laid now because we might not be here tomorrow, victims of a nuclear Read More