Madonna will be in Malawi. And I’m betting Angelina will be in Angola. (It’s probably Namibia, but, for the sake of a little festive alliteration …. ) All my Brit friends are buggering off to Bali or sallying forth on safari. The prevailing mania for Peter Beard–ish world travel continues unabated, even during the holidays. Read More
Madonna will be in Malawi. And I’m betting Angelina will be in Angola. (It’s probably Namibia, but, for the sake of a little festive alliteration …. ) All my Brit friends are buggering off to Bali or sallying forth on safari. The prevailing mania for Peter Beard–ish world travel continues unabated, even during the holidays. Read More
DEMETRIA: Josh and I have looked at every resort in the Caribbean and in Morocco at least 3 times each. In the age of 50 billion on-line travel sites, I don't think we really need a travel agent. We're having the wedding in the Dominican Republic, so really we could just stay in the DR Read More
There are times when you're not in the mood to cook, but you don't feel like making a production of eating out, either. You want to set forth in the same clothes you were wearing when you decided to go to a restaurant, and you want to relax over a bottle of wine in a Read More
It was after 11 P.M. when we showed up at L'Orange Bleue, a new Moroccan restaurant that recently opened on a dark corner of Crosby and Broome streets. But there was a knot of people hanging around the bar at the front; and the dining room, which has lacquered burnt-orange walls with cobalt blue accents Read More
On a recent evening, under the solemn gaze of King Hassan's young grandson whose portrait hangs over the bar, I met a friend at Chez Es Saada, a Moroccan restaurant in the East Village. The wrought-iron barstools, which have small seats covered in patches of Berber rug, are certainly pretty, but you can't sit on Read More
