February 12, 2001 Issue
"I was expecting something out of The Wild Bunch. But it turned out to be more like a Euro version of the Hamptons."
-- Visitor at Casitas de las Flores, Costa Careyes, Mexico
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BY RENE CHUN
His hip-hop constituency deserted him. His earnings plummeted. His stock crashed. His designer colleagues gossiped about his marriage. Even Spike Lee gave him a hard time. But Tommy Hilfiger -- and this is a large part of his gift -- managed to get out in front of his disastrous year. The exuberantly all-American designer talks about his short-lived flirtation with cutting-edge clothes and how he survived being a fashion victim -- by falling in love again with the mainstream.
Twenty-six New York filmmakers made the pilgrimage to Park City this year, braving the screenings, parties, and agents of Sundance in the hopes of becoming the next Kevin (Clerks) Smith. Here's this year's class -- and what they came home with.
Time was when the phrases "Mexican travel" and "luxury vacation" seemed (save for Acapulco) mutually exclusive. But now, thanks to a crop of smashing spas, upscale resorts, virgin beaches, and, of course, Puerto Vallarta's new Four Seasons, you don't have to rough it -- unless you want to.
This Media Life
Why the host of Meet the Press isn't eager to meet the press
The City Politic
Does Bill deserve a pardon for his shameful pardons?
Offbeat solutions for the most stressfully romantic day of the year
Sales & Bargains
BY TARA PEPPER
Inimitable undies for Valentine's Day
High-tech tools to clean up your life
In the Mood for Love is anything but erotic
A. S. Byatt's new abstract thriller: More abstract than thrilling
Edward Albee's play about nothing
Fitting Clinton into a library
Verdi at the Met disappoints
Feld's Organon: Unmistakably awful
More fluff from Puff Daddy
Chef Gavin Citron's genius eludes the bar crowd at Aleutia