You’ve seen her. The leggy girl in front of you on the street. Glossy hair down her back, tight short skirt. Sexy dominatrix heels. A trendy dark hue du jour on her nails. And then you get to the corner and arrive beside her. She turns her face, and she’s THE CRYPT KEEPER. View More
I have lived in New York my entire life but have never been to Brighton Beach. My first legitimate opportunity was the premiere of Lifetime’s reality series Russian Dolls. One could argue that I still haven’t been to Brighton Beach. But how could I resist attending such an exotic affair? View More
A gift can be elegant or humorous, provocative or reassuring, extravagant or practical, long coveted or a great surprise. There are countless worthy gifts. But the gifts given by men to women usually share one quality: They were purchased at the last minute in a frenzy of chaos and bad planning. This happens despite the fact that the occasions for presents almost invariably arrive at precise intervals — birthdays, anniversaries, holidays. So, why does a wide swath of the country’s men wait until the last possible moment? Why is it so difficult to figure out just what to get the dearly beloved? And while they’re pondering this, most men also ask themselves: Didn’t this happen last year too? Yes, it did. View More
George Washington’s Inaugural Armchair (1785)
“Empire State Building, N.Y.C.” Victor Perelli (1940) View More
Love and marriage, as we all know, go together like a horse and carriage, but with recent major societal changes in marriage we are left somewhat confused about what to do, what to say and what to think. It’s like when they introduced the horseless carriage, the manless or womanless marriage. Revolution is in the air. I remember how odd it sounded the first time I heard a man say “my husband,” but now seems perfectly normal. View More
Growing up in northern England, where indoor heating was a thing of the future long after the future had arrived, I spent my childhood winters wearing heavy hand-me- down wool garments. I remember delivering the news before school, frost riming my knuckles, the rough melton of my pants chafing my thighs, as I pedaled through January in Nottinghamshire. Years later, after barely surviving several harsh New York winters, the miracle of down was revealed to me when a friend, tired of massaging my blue parts, presented me with an enormous lightweight coat. I may have resembled the Michelin man, but I was suddenly warm, enveloped in a cloud of feathers. View More
Lida Turek is ninety years old. She lives in the Bronx, New York. She worked at Bergdorf Goodman as a fitter from 1957 until 2001. The story of the grand chandelier that hangs in the rotunda by the East 58th Street entrance is also her story: View More
Joseph Altuzarra
Photo: Paul Maffi
Is it the pants? Is it the parka? Is it the sexy? With seven seasons behind him, everyone seems to agree that he’s one of the hottest stars in fashion. His friend Amy Fine Collins, Vanity Fair editor, and Glenn O’Brien chatted with him about design, zippers and the difference between what French and American women want.
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