If your friends in NYC have been clogging up your Instagram feed with photos of Ann Hamilton's art installation at the Park Avenue Armory but you didn't get what made it so cool given the fact that still photos only showed a sheet and some swings and bunch of people on the floor, here is a video that explains some of the hype.
I have been in NYC for two years, and I’ve realized I can meander until my feet are blistered and sore, and still know relatively little about New Yorkers. I wanted to get to know some different neighborhoods using my own metric. The Dictionary.com app on my phone comes with a weird feature that I thought had a lot of potential: you can see a list of words people near you have looked up with the app recently. I would become a demographer, though lacking the de rigueur education and credibility and all that.
I went to around 20 NYC hoods (mostly Brooklyn). Not only did give me an excuse for [...]
Last year was the '80s dance party of the season. This year, it's a hip-hop disco extravaganza — even our theme is a kickass mashup!
From 10 p.m. until you can't take it anymore, WAM! Prom 2 will be an even rowdier shake-a-thon than last year. More mashups! Wilder costumes! Bring your friends and let's make this Friday the 13th the best ever.
$15 at the door for an outstanding cause.
The other day at Barnes & Noble they'd just set up a new endcap display of musicians' autobiographies. Patti Smith's was there, Rod Stewart's was there, and so was Cyndi's. In my family, when you say "SIN-dee," you're referring to one of three people: Aunt Cindy, Aunt Cyndi, or Cyndi Lauper. The aunts haven't written their books yet, so obviously this one was by the latter — the one my uncle helped create. Once upon a time, many careers and homes and friendships ago, Patrick, my mom's older brother, was Cyndi's makeup artist, hairdresser, and stylist, through her screaming rise to fame in the '80s. Upon seeing the book, and [...]
When I was 27, I decided to leave PR and instead become an extremely successful magazine writer. I quit my job, which was terrible anyway, and took an internship at a now-shuttered magazine with a popular component website. All the writers there were desperately smart and cool, and for the most part, younger than me with very few exceptions. I felt like a fish out of water, a very old fish at 27 (which now, ugh, really?), but I came to really like it and convinced myself it was the path to magazine writing success. Toward the end of my internship, the website’s editor-in-chief, a man I really liked [...]
The NYC Department of Records has created an online archive of 870,000 photos – including creepy crime scene ones! – dating back to the mid-19th century. Everyone thinks this is very cool and their server is freaking out a bit. Here's a sneak peak from Huffington Post to tide you over. Doesn't Babe Ruth's wife Clare in the second slide there look like Kate Moss?
If you do the crazy-Halloween party on Saturday the 29th but still have energy to put on a costume or pin a spider fascinator to your head (or just say hi to others), come by The Magician on Monday, October 31, where we'll be having spooky, low-key drinks from 7 – 10 p.m.
Also: Hairpin meetups are taking on a life of their own (yay!), which means, moving forward, that the best place to arrange them is probably via Google Groups, which can essentially act like message boards. Here's the Hairpin Pinup group – join in! It will be unsupervised.