Pamela Weiler Grayson

It was a miserable, rainy afternoon and the street outside Dalton’s Lower School on East 91st Street was clogged with SUV’s picking up schoolkids. Two drivers of the cars refused to divulge their names, perhaps fearing reprisal from their employers if they spoke to the press, but said that they both worked for families with three children and spent a great deal of time shuttling these kids to activities. One added that while there was a babysitter for the youngest child, the older two went places just with him. Did a parent or nanny accompany the driver when he took his young charges around?

“There is no need,” the man said.  read more »

Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?

You might remember that silly little ditty from summer camp, but for many women in New York society, thin, droopy ears—stretched by gravity over time, exacerbated by heavy earrings—are no laughing matter. Sagging boobs can be supported by a good bra, but there’s no way of strapping flaccid, exposed lobes into underwire.

Perhaps it’s time to visit the cosmetic dermatologist?  read more »

The Madison Avenue greasy spoon is a classic institution being forced out by fancy-schmancy European boutiques.  read more »

More proof of the total American Idol–ization of Manhattan: On Monday, May 21, dozens of tarted-up stray pooches, led by makeshift male models including two Maccioni brothers and Marquee doorman Rich Thomas, pranced down an aisle at the SHVO building at 650 Sixth Avenue, “competing” for the title of “America’s Best-Dressed Dog.” The event, which was hosted by Project Runway’s  read more »