Sharon Sternheim has eaten dog food. "I've tasted it," she admitted on Nov. 8. Of course, not all dog food is equal. The dog food Mrs. Sternheim consumed was top-of-the-line, gourmet bowwow, nutritional and preservative-free manna–"it tastes like a natural food product"–which she'll commence selling in early December in adjunct space to Zitomer Pharmacy and Read More
There are no great families in America anymore. And few, if any, worth heralding in the dynastic sense. A great family needs more than tremendous wealth. It needs an organizing principle by which parents and children dedicate themselves to the development of the family's intellect, followed by a devotion to the community and to "good" Read More
Oct. 8. Paris. 8:01 A.M. Dear Diary: C'est moi , Phyllis Stine, c'est moi . Here I am in the middle of European fashion for the rigamorole of spring 2000 ready-to-wear shows, which I am meant to regard from a calm yet enthusiastic vantage point essential to my newly employed state– mais oui , I Read More
Ronnie Cooke Newhouse could barely answer the question, she was laughing so hard. "No, you're not talking to a future Mrs. Astor," she said finally.
O.K., maybe the query was a bit inappropriate for Ms. Newhouse, a founding editor and fashion director of the original Details magazine in the 1980's and former creative director for Barneys Read MoreA good-looking Nova Scotian teenager named Neil O'Hara follows his dream to Hollywood. Just a few minutes off the bus, he meets Bob Mizer near Grauman's Chinese Theater in Los Angeles. Mizer tells him that for $5 all a guy has to do is pose for a few pictures around a pool. Mr. O'Hara accepts Read More
It's not easy to attract attention in Times Square. It takes an entourage, a Ricky Martin sighting, high-sulfur daytime fireworks promoting the new ESPN boîte , or some shirtless wonder sporting an anaconda around his neck to distract from the marvels of signage everywhere. Broadway is buried in frivolity these days.
But people noticed Candy Pratts Read MoreSept. 14. Dear Diary: C'est moi , Phyllis Stine. C'est moi . It's nearly two months since I've written anything-sooo sorry. Y2K has come early here. I'm totally wiped out. A turmoil of churning nothingness. Flat waves between invisible shores. Help! Someone!
Still am a hullabaloo of unemployment, oy vey . Thank God for alimony and Read More"The more time you have on your hands, the less important you must be," writes James Gleick in his potent new book, Faster: The Acceleration of Just About Everything . Well, judging by its timetable this month, the world of fashion must be important. Really, really important.
New York fashion week is unfolding with the speed Read MoreIn 1955, when the producer of Pierre-Gaspard Huit's La Mariée Est Trop Belle wanted Christian Dior to design a scene-stealing wedding dress for his star, Brigitte Bardot, the designer refused to even meet with him. Instead, he sent his financial manager, Jacques Rouet, who was told how much publicity Ms. Bardot's wedding dress would create Read More
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?
Inside was Read MoreIn 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
PARIS-As hope here faded that CNN would interrupt its global broadcast with the image of John F. Kennedy Jr. rising from the sea near Martha's Vineyard with his wife Carolyn, and her sister Lauren, safe in his arms, the fashion world mourned, too.
Where were you when John F. Kennedy was shot? Where were you Read More
