For the edification of Cosmo sippers everywhere, Glamour's style blogger, executive fashion editor Suze Yalof Schwartz, compiled a list of what Sex and the City costume stylist Patricia Field loves and hates. Schwartz writes, "There is nothing better than a stylist who is not only passionate but has a distinct point of view. A great stylist either loves it or hates it and there is nothing in between."
Battery Park: Are we weird because all the decrepit buildings the city wants to renovate — like this pier with a Victorian clock tower — we think are beautiful just as they are? Yeah, we're probably weird. [NYT via Curbed]
Greenpoint: It was difficult to visit friends yesterday at this crazy-ass apartment because "the buzzards" weren't working. Well, it was a holiday, after all. [Newyorkshitty]
Harlem: The Rev. Al Sharpton said yesterday that if MLK were to walk through Harlem today, he might not like what he saw. You mean his dream didn't include "the gentrification people"? [NYS]
Hey, have you noticed how the celebrity supply in New York has been depleted these past few days? (Thankfully, we still have Tom Brady wearing a boot in the West Village.) It's because all of the actors and directors are at the Sundance Film Festival in Utah. But it seems like even in the celebrity fustercluck that is Park City right now, planners still can't get enough star power to fuel their events. Apparently, Sundance schedules are so jam-packed with appointments, parties, and swag-suite visits that it's no wonder they don't make half the events they (well, their publicists) say they will.
Of course, some no-shows you can see coming: Robert De Niro and Quentin Tarantino "expected" at a dinner for 50 Cent sponsored by VitaminWater? Um, sure. And we look forward to seeing Paris at the poetry reading.
At the Glamour Women of the Year awards last night, Stephen Colbert exchanged jabs with honoree Nancy Pelosi. During his (in character) introduction of the Speaker of the House, he could only muster: "I am so honored to be here tonight to honor all of these honorable honorees." ("My writers are on strike!" he cracked, moments later.) Colbert went on to praise Pelosi's fashion — over her politics — calling her "by far the most glamorous Speaker we've ever had" (an accolade that received enthusiastic applause). "Whether she's prowling the Capitol steps in a cream pantsuit, or strutting the halls of Congress in a blue pantsuit, or grudgingly clapping behind the president at the State of the Union in, say, cream pants and a blue pantsuit blazer — she always has the right accessories," he said. "While I may disagree with everything she stands for, I will defend until death her right to" — snapping in a fashion-savvy Z — "MAKE. IT. WORK." Pelosi took the jokes happily, (perhaps she's over the time he kicked her virtual ass on Nintendo Wii?), but she saved a barb for him as he left the stage. "Of all the introductions I have ever received," she said to the comedian, "yours is certainly the most recent." —Ben KawallerRead what Diane Sawyer thinks is the biggest problem facing TV journalism, and other important factoids, in our complete quotable coverage of the Glamour Women of the Year Awards.
Remember Alive? The book/early–Ethan Hawke movie where the plane crashes and everyone's starving so they become cannibals? Okay, whatever we are old. The point is, we're kind of reminded of that whenever a journalist covers another journalist's missteps in that over-the-top holier-than-thou tone. Times are tough, and so they're eating their own in order to save themselves. We thought about this last week when Katie Couric clamped down on Dan Rather's "sloppy reporting" with her little white teeth, and today, the smell of media blood is in the air again. Over at the New York Press, Matt Elzweig feasted on the flesh of the Times Magazine's Deborah Solomon in a deeply self-serious "examination of the questionable ethical choices one very prominent reporter made on behalf of the nation’s top newspaper" blah blah blah blah Jayson Blair blah blah.
New York's Fashion Week is over, and in the five minutes between the closing of the tents and the start of London's Fashion Week, all the stylish folks have had just enough time to focus on their distaste for one another. Seeing as industry-standard diet of clen and champers does little to help one's mood, we can't be surprised at this week's outpouring of bitchery. A quick rundown of the postshow battles:
Rachel Zoe vs. Anna Wintour
In Sunday’s Times' mag, stylist and possible "raisin-faced" alien Rachel Zoe unwisely taunts Anna Wintour: "Anna Wintour is one of my heroes, but they say I'm more influential," the stylist tells Lynn Hirschberg. "As great as it is, Vogue won’t change a designer’s business. But if an unknown brand is worn by a certain person in a tabloid, it will be the biggest designer within a week.” Oh no, she didn’t. But she did! And now let's follow the backbiting path over to…
Harvey Weinstein hired private eye Bo Dietl to try to figure out the real identity of The Nanny Diaries' Mrs. X. New School prez Bob Kerrey seems likely to run for Senate again if Chuck Hagel quits. Jerry Lewis said that Merv Griffin deserved to die of prostate cancer. The fake feud between Kanye West and 50 Cent is officially over. Richard Gere thinks he could capture Bosnian war criminal Radovan Karadzic, even though NATO has unsuccessfully looked for him for a decade. (And James Brolin flies planes and builds houses.) Subscribers to the now-shuttered Jane magazine are getting Glamour instead, and ex Jane staffers are pissed. Katie Holmes fell and bruised herself after chasing Suri in Paris.
We're not the type who cries during Extreme Makeover: Home Edition or Verizon commercials or when that diamond-ad music starts playing. (Duh duh da da, duh duh da da.) Still, we had a hard time fighting the stereotype during Glamour's tissue-fest of an awards show Monday night at Carnegie Hall. The magazine's "Women of the Year" honorees ranged from three generations of Missoni women to Queen Latifah — who, judging from chorus of screams that greeted the mere mention of her name, is the most popular person in the world — and all of them, plus nearly everyone in the audience, had wet eyes through much of the evening.