The Comme des Garçons warehouse sale is the kind of New York-y event you either understand or you don’t. You either understand why you would happily wait in line for 45 minutes to strip down to your underwear next to a total stranger to try on a deeply discounted plaid shirt that has built-in fabric tumors that obscure your boobs, or you don’t. For those of us who know and love Rei Kawakubo’s designs, it all makes sense.
Yet even those who know and love may have a moment of uncertainty. When I entered the building where the CDG warehouse sale was held this weekend — it ends today — [...]
Last we saw Awkwafina, she was distributing gynecological awards, and today she provides a brief singing tour of her favorite New York City neighborhoods. (Lyrics NSFW.)
She's also profiled today in The Daily Beast, and remains on Twitter and Facebook.
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 [...]