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Nina Roberts

The Chain Gang: Designer Drapes our Torsos in Lean, Mean Metal

At a recent party in the Bowery Hotel, Elissa Dunlop, a bathing-suit designer in her twenties, was wearing a silky orange blouse accentuated with a delicate chain harness crossed over her chest.“Whenever I wear it, people always stop me and ask, ‘What is that?’” said Ms. Dunlop, glancing down at her bodice. “There is a Read More

Pad Girls! Attack of the 21st-Century Falsies

To the long list of things making New York City more homogenous—funky brownstones razed in preparation for high-rise condos, chain-store franchises displacing neighborhood favorites—add women’s breasts.

Have you noticed? Increasingly, the ladies of this town have been sporting remarkably similar pairs of perfect, pert globes: rounder, higher and larger than ever before. There Read More

Zut Alors! Zey Hate Us!

On a recent frosty Tuesday night, taxi doors slammed as people piled out and streamed towards Pacha, a nightclub in the West 40’s. With lips pursed—the way lips can only do when speaking French—people called out to friends waiting in line or talked excitedly into their cell phones, hoping to reach the one person who’d Read More

Zut Alors! Zey Hate Us!

On a recent frosty Tuesday night, taxi doors slammed as people piled out and streamed towards Pacha, a nightclub in the West 40’s. With lips pursed—the way lips can only do when speaking French—people called out to friends waiting in line or talked excitedly into their cell phones, hoping to reach the one person who’d Read More