Whoever said N.Y.U. was full of scruffy, coffee-shop vigilantes may need to update their aesthetic databases. After all, Greenwich Village is no longer a haven for the budding Walt Whitmans and Romany Maries of yesteryear. Nay, the Manhattan neighborhood that houses a growing population of hedge-funders and well-heeled fashionistas is also home to a blossoming Read More
Our fellow blog, The Culture Czar, reported earlier today that the storied Gucci dynasty will be the subject of a new film by blood-and-guts director Ridley Scott. (Yes, the same guy who made Gladiator and G.I. Jane.) What’s more, as Fashionista reminded us this afternoon, Mr. Scott is not Read More
It was after midnight last Saturday, and Bungalow 8 was filling up. I wanted to ask the famously exclusive nightclub’s regular patrons their thoughts about Iraq. John Flanagan, a 40-year-old nightlife impresario, was sitting with a large group drinking $350 bottles of vodka. “I’m upset for the American lives that are lost, and the Iraqi Read More
I believe that New Yorkers can now be divided fairly and squarely into two distinct groups: those who watch trash TV (the new intelligentsia), and those who don’t and inveigh against it (the narrow-minded poo-poo heads). I am also convinced that being a trash-watcher is not determined by class or money. All you need is Read More
ERICA: Italy was insanely fantastic ... dreamy ... delicious ...decadent. In truth, we never really considered any other Honeymoon locale, and I'm pretty darn glad we were so short sighted. We started off our trip in Positano on the Amalfi Coast. This city is just dripping with chic and charm. When you go, bring Jackie Read More
The Transom hasn't caught up with Tatler--arguably the world's greatest magazine--in a while. In the November issue, we find the stunning story of Cindy Bilton, who lives at a "Palladian mansion" called Croome Court, in Worcestershire. (Its walled garden was the first to be designed by Lancelot "Capability" Brown. Ms. Bilton's husband, Lawrence, would like Read More
David Frankel’s The Devil Wears Prada, from a screenplay by Aline Brosh McKenna, is loosely based on Lauren Weisberger’s best-selling roman à clef about her demeaning experiences working as an assistant to the editor of a glossy fashion magazine graphically but improbably named Runway. I must report that the movie didn’t make much sense to Read More
The Devil Wears Prada is the first classy, elegant and really entertaining film of 2006. It’s about the phony, pretentious, insanely overpriced, death-rattle world of what is laughably called fashion, and the magazines that market what’s left of it to a fan base of gullible consumers who can’t afford it and don’t need it in Read More
The Devil Wears Prada is the first classy, elegant and really entertaining film of 2006. It’s about the phony, pretentious, insanely overpriced, death-rattle world of what is laughably called fashion, and the magazines that market what’s left of it to a fan base of gullible consumers who can’t afford it and don’t need it in Read More
LAURIE: I made my once-yearly visit to Barneys the other day. Or rather, I made my once-yearly visit to the 8th floor, a.k.a. Barneys Co-Op, a.k.a the only floor on which I do not get the sense that they are calling security on me--me with my broken-zippered windbreaker and the slight, sweaty sheen I get Read More
If you’ve ever visited a former Communist republic, you know that graffiti can be a problem. It’s as if, after all those years of stifled creative expression, it explodes all over the place from the nozzle of a spray-paint can. And while free expression (if not vandalism) is to be encouraged, we’d prefer its practitioners Read More
If you’ve ever visited a former Communist republic, you know that graffiti can be a problem. It’s as if, after all those years of stifled creative expression, it explodes all over the place from the nozzle of a spray-paint can.
And while free expression (if not vandalism) is to be encouraged, we’d prefer its practitioners Read More
