Chris Partlow, the drug lord's enforcer in HBO's The Wire, will cut you. No, really. Here's actor Gbenga Akinnagbe, who plays the part; photographer Nikola forgot to request the scary assassin look.

Gaius Charles is "Smash" Williams in Friday Night Lights, an actor recently profiled in New York magazine. Why is such a cosmopolitan magazine taking a lowly-rated show about college football, and a fictional running back, under its wing? New York's Adam Moss explains: Friday Night Lights is "sports for gays and women". And Neel Shah.

James Truman, former editor director of Louise MacBain's luxury magazine hobby collection, has the inner peace of a yoga devotee, and a man who will never again have to cater to the French-Canadian divorcee's whims. (Related: MacBain's Culture & Travel.is running a three-year-old account of a trip to Myanmar by obnoxious fallen Star editor, Joe Dolce.)

Emily Gould, another former Gawker writer now lost to management, is now consulting on blogs to Jewcy, the site for hip jews. Emily is way too hip for Jewish traditions. Piglet. Yum!

Another unkosher combination: Emily Gould and (head at regulation tilt) Julia Allison. Says Gould: "What can I say? I like her."

A piglet, desecrated by New York's Jesse Oxfeld. Or vice versa. Whatever.

Rachel Sklar of the Huffington Post, with her date, Raymond Roker of Urb magazine. They met at a Jewish retreat. The pork's better here.

Brits Eddie Izzard, Alan Cumming and Rachel Weisz watched fellow countryman, Daniel Day-Lewis, win the award for best actor. They're over the moon. Can't you tell? (Weisz, who won best supporting actress for her role in The Constant Gardener, was photographed later in the evening, at cabaret club The Box.)

To the right of Noelle Hancock from pagesix.com: Jessica Coen, overlady of New York magazine's blogs. The former Gawker writer looks like a sweet girl from the Midwest in this picture. Once, she was.

Hud Morgan of Men's Vogue learned how to wear scarves from his former boss at the New York Daily News, Lloyd Grove, seen here with New York's Carl Swanson (left).

Deborah Schoeneman, the former gossip columnist and Hamptons diarist, now writes TV scripts in Los Angeles. Does she miss New York? "In LA, writers actually make money; and they're happy." Smug bitch.

Waiting for Emily Gould.

It's gay Christmas. Public displays of affection between the gays are permitted only at The Cock and during the Oscars. New York's Carl Swanson and boyfriend cuddle around the telecast.

More rejoicing gays: New York's David Haskell and his boyfriend, Esteban Arboleda.

One straight couple, Noelle Hancock and New York Times reporter, Nick Confessore, didn't know the rules.

Curbed "lord" Lockhart Steele got name-checked in Page Six's party report. Jessica Coen, like aspiring starlets before her, is only with him for the reflected celebrity.

Photos by Nikola Tamindzic

(Photograph by Nikola Tamindzic)

The magazine is pretty, aesthetically as well as financially. It's like a T: Style magazine but for New York: a chance for advertisers to roam free through the pages like beautiful skinny bison on a wild glossy plain. According to Lauren Starke, the magazine has 70 ad pages to 180 editorial. That's strong and healthy! So healthy that it took us 50 ad pages to even reach the table of contents! [Correction: "I must have misspoke. It's actually 180 pages total." Ah. That makes more sense.]

Classic Mossian touches—short declarative sentence headlines, pressing ever onwards to the new, charts&mdash:are distributed betwixt the advertisements. "Hats are (almost) the new bags." "Legs are the New Cleavage." "The Basic Pump Is a Distant Memory."

Harriet Mays Powell, a longtime editor at New York magazine who got her start under the bespectacled grand dame of the Times' Carrie Donovan (and later Old Navy mascot), Look's fashion editor. She was wearing a wondrously strange dress and looks like Anne Bancroft. She described her style as "charmingly seductive." It was!

Simon Doonan, a small gay famous person from Redding Reading, England, pretended to eat her necklace. Cute.

Amy Larocca was wearing a dress with little creme dots on it. She wouldn't describe her Look. She also wrote most of what is in the magazine including a piece in which she basically calls Marc Jacobs a baby. Not in a cute way, in a critical way.

Around 8:30, the Bowery staff began to herd stragglers out of the bar. The after-party for the Dylan movie "I'm Not There" had booked the space and Heath Ledger was expected. As they were leaving, some models cast their eyes longingly back to the fireplace and gave it one last melancholy look.

This year's subject is Magabrands! What is a Magabrands!? Zinczenko's letter to the troops explains:

It's a magazine that's found a way to extend the power of its brand beyond the printed periodical—into realms like "old" media (books, newsstand specials, television, radio); "new" media (podcasts, webcasts, cellcasts, e-newsletters); even non-media (nightclubs, restaurants, tour operations, fashion lines, retail products, conventions, big-cause crusades, hotels and casinos).

A list of speakers include New York editor Adam Moss; Times guy David Carr, sure to be the most engaging speaker of the lot; John DeLucie, partner and chef of the Waverly Inn (THAT IS ODD); plastic chef Rocco DiSpirito; and Dan Rather. Also, editor and publisher of the Nation Katrina Vanden Heuvel, whose headshot is really an object lesson in how not to use the brightness/contrast tool in Photoshop. Book your tickets now at the Field and Stream Motel today!

We checked around to make sure it wouldn't be a total flop, and it turns out that a good chunk of the Golden Boa Ten are actually planning to attend!

That does not include Harper Collins CEO Jane Friedman, who had no idea what the hell we were talking about when we called. (Hey, she's busy.) New York Times Washington bureau chief Dean Baquet will also not make it.

But! It does include NPR cutie Adam Davidson, Craig's List non-hermit Craig Newmark, New York mag editrix Adam Moss, uberpublicst Ken Sunshine and designer and art director Luke Hayman, who all said they would attend.

And what about Stephen Colbert? Doesn't he go to everything? He must spend a lot of money on sitters.

We hope the winnders are also planning on bringing dollies of some kind, because we just really can't see Craig Newmark staggering home on the crosstown bus with a bronzed accessory under his arm. Adam Moss—well, he's used to that kind of thing.

On 5F, the contemporary fashion wing of Bergdorf's, Hall and Oates' Private Eyes was playing quietly over hidden speakers. Middle-aged women dressed in all black were passing around little falafel patties and the most stylish New Yorkers, at least in a Look Bookian terms, were schmoozing.

The idea was that all the Look Bookers would wear their original outfits. But some of the photographs are years old and fitting into the same dress, for many look bookers, proved an untenable position. But they were there all right. In one section, near a rack of blouses, Alex Kennedy-Grant, the self-proclaimed guitar virtuoso, was saddling up Andre J, the tall self-proclaimed muse. Their afros—one rouge the other noir—bobbed together like buoys above the sea of people. Alex, who it turns out doesn't live in Williamsburg (Prospect Heights, represent), is still unsigned but unflaggingly virtuosic. André tried to take off my shirt. That interaction was made even more awkward because Vanessa Grigoriadis, the New York mag writer who is working on the forthcoming "exposé" on Gawker, was standing right next to me as I struggled to keep André's hands away from my abdomen. Later she borrowed a page from my notebook to scrawl some cryptic notes that I'm sure read: "JDS shoved Andre's hand away. What is he hiding under there?" Dig, Vanessa, DIG!

Her boss, Adam Moss flitted briefly into throughout the room in a dapper striped suit.

By the signing table, Look Book queen Amy Larocca's family was hanging out. Her ma, Dale Larocca, a professor at the New York Institute of Technology, looked like she could have been in the book itself, but, "If you know Amy, there's no way you're getting in." Dale was talking to Joan Copeland, Arthur Miller's younger sister and a Larocca family friend. Turns out Jim Larocca, the author's father, was in state politics most of his life but later on, the silver-haired fox turned to regional theater. In this capacity he directed Ms. Copeland. "So you're an actress?" we asked. "Yes," said Mme. Copeland, "I'm very famous too!" And the funny thing is that she wasn't being arrogant at all. She is actually very famous!

In another tiny circle, Bobby Zarem, the PR macher, was chatting with Ben Widdicombe who was in a much better mood than he was at at Tenjune. Zarem, who sported a Hillary button, had just come from a Clinton fundraiser at the house of Paul Berne, where Bill spoke to much applause. "I had a better time there," said Zanem. "The people were easier to much easier to talk to."

In another small cluster, Nicole Brydson and Michael Calderone, the inseparable Observer duo, were chatting with Page Six's Corynne Steindler and Page Six magazine's Entertainment editor Rachel Syme. And was that former Gawker editor Doree Shafrir we saw with a special glow? It was. Why the glow? "I have a phone," she said excitedly. "And an office! And a computer! The other day, I actually took a source out to lunch!"

Whoa. She has sources now.

An old New York magazine ad sales lady was kind of hitting on Calderone who, it happens, has an avid interest in cougars. But later she caught us gently gently making fun of her inebriation. "Are you making fun of me?" she asked. We laughed like a bunch of guilty kids and I opened beer bottles with my teeth to try to distract her.

All:

Welcome to the new home of New York Media at 75 Varick St!

I know that we are looking forward to settling into our new workspace and getting back to work. We have had numerous challenges in the last several days which may affect many of you. PLEASE READ THIS!

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Joanne Lipman: Imperious, not quite sure how to run a magazine. But! Knows how to tell rich people what they should buy. Move her over to New York, a magazine whose only relevant section is The Strategist, your go-to guide when you need to know where to find $500 antique doorknobs. She's a natural fit. This, of course, would cause the exit of...

Adam Moss: An editor with the unique talent of turning every magazine he helms into some iteration of the late 7 Days. Whatever its faults, that title was always lively and exciting, unlike Vanity Fair, which feels a little flat these days. Send Moss to VF, where he can clean up the chaotic front of the book and still indulge his passion for stories about rich people. Sadly, the magazine would no longer require the services of...

Graydon Carter: This may sound like a counterintuitive move, but think about it: The man can't shut up about politics. Give him a perch at the New Republic and he'll be able to both fulminate his little heart out about the evil Republicans and liven up the book's incredibly soporific design. Sure, the world isn't crying out for an Annie Leibovitz photogallery of Al From, but it's miles better than the crappy illustrations the book currently offers. Unfortunately, this would result in plenty of spare time for...

Marty Peretz: Freed at last from his historic burden of being the lone voice in the media that keeps America's support of Israel strong, Peretz can bring his stilted prose and love of obscure words to Maxim, which would be a public service to the magazine's audience of mongoloids, who will be forced to use their other hand to open a dictionary. It'll be a series of monthly teachable moments! The one man who won't be around to learn anything, though, is...

Jimmy Jellinek: Let the Maxim editor take Greg Gutfeld's slot on Red Eye. Seriously, a monkey could do that job; Jimmy's at least two or three stages of evolution better than that. But what of The Gut?

Well! You know the one thing Tina Brown's Diana book was missing? A real man's appreciation of what a fox the late princess was. Greg's not afraid to be politically incorrect: We need his sharp insights concerning the tautness of Diana's thighs and the pendulousness of her cans. This book will sell like crazy! And then Greg can sit on his ass collecting royalty checks and waiting out Tina Brown's tenure at Portfolio. Everyone wins. Especially us!

Distressed Asset [TNR]

One of the great problems with New York magazine is its assumption of unwavering uniformity in its audience. Like Reader's Digest or the Playboy of the 1970's, New York caters repetitively to an intensely specific audience—one which, in reality, might not actually number more than a few dozen people. And for it, there are no other readers. As with any publication (or government, say!) so absolutely assured of its populace, it, and its agents, cannot understand why non-belonging entities and non-nationals might despise it. In their world, such a dislike is unfathomable, and therefore must be a joke, or a senseless riff. It doesn't compute.

Though probably someday, Adam Moss, the ultimate editor-as-publisher, will have his own personal Tiananmen.

Anyway. And so Serena Torrey came to this little item of ours, in which New York was described as a "crap" magazine and also as the "arbiter of cool to suburban orthodontists' wives throughout the tri-state area." She was moved to compose an underminer-esque email from vacation.

There! Now we're friends, right? After all, just because two former Gawker editors went to work at New York doesn't mean that's a mistake all the rest of us would ever want to make. —choire

Adam's Apple [Radar]

By the time Adam Moss came to the podium for the fifth time last night to accept the National Magazine Award for Profile Writing for Vanessa Grigoriadis's piece on fashion designer Karl Lagerfeld, some in the audience were muttering that a simple "thank you" would do nicely. But, just as he had for the previous four New York magazine wins, Mr. Moss had a speech ready. "You are never going to give us one again!" he said, and the audience tittered. Perhaps they would, and perhaps they wouldn't!

The award for Profile Writing came after the award for General Excellence in the 250,000 to 500,000 circulation category, in which Mr. Moss beat out a motley assortment of other publications, including demon-child mag Cookie. "Last year I got away with not naming any colleagues personally," he said, reminding the audience that his magazine also went home with awards last year. This year, there was also New York's Magazine Section award for its Strategist section; the award for Design, presented by one of the magazine's founders, Milton Glaser; and the award for Interactive Feature, for the Nymag.com's Fashion Week blog-thing.

Mr. Moss's ultimate boss, the canny money manager Bruce Wasserstein, was also in the audience, and one observer sitting near him reported that he did not so much as crack a smile during the entire ceremony.

It was not lost on anyone in the audience that Mr. Moss had totally beat out David Remnick's New Yorker, which had been nominated for a healthy nine awards but came home with absolutely zero. Still, a certain sense of decorum is to be expected. And thus, when Mark Whitaker, the former editor of Newsweek who is about to start a new job at NBC, quipped on stage that "Adam Moss is the new David Remnick," there was a collective gasp from the audience. Did he really say that? And perhaps more important: Could it be true?

Graydon Carter was decidedly not the new David Remnick. Not with that anecdote about Christopher Hitchens and waxing that he told on stage! Certainly, the words "the back, the crack, the sac" have never been uttered on stage at the National Magazine Awards. However! These are the new National Magazine Awards, held at night for only the second year, at the sleek Jazz at Lincoln Center. Black tie, except Mr. Carter, who wore his trademark double-breasted blue blazer (you know the one, with the gold buttons) and a pair of cerulean blue velvet pants. This is the National Magazine Awards of celebrity guests and presenters, like Kevin Bacon! Scottish singer KT Tunstall opening, but not with the song that was played in The Devil Wears Prada (though no one was sure whether Anna Wintour was actually in attendance). Carrie Fisher! Ann Curry! And videotaped segments by Ellen DeGeneres and America Ferrera!

For as long as anyone could remember, the ceremony had been a lunch at the Waldorf-Astoria, and editors could return to their desks slightly tipsy in the late afternoon. But those days are over! Now individual tickets cost $465, tux rental for the more junior set not included. The editor of the Paris Review, Philip Gourevitch, had bought two tickets, one for himself and one for his managing editor, Radhika Jones—a wise investment, since Mr. Gourevitch's magazine won its first-ever award, for Photojournalism. "I'm going to use it to defend our office," Mr. Gourevitch said afterwards, indicating the Ellie's pointy metal legs. "Tonight, I'm going to go home and let my kid look at it, and hope that no one gets hurt. It's like a throwing star!"

The editor and publisher of McSweeney's, who was there alone (no Dave! No Vendela! No Heidi!), wondered how he was going to get his award, for fiction writing, home to the West Coast. "I don't like to check luggage," he said.

The director John Waters said that he gets 160 magazines a month. His favorite, he said, is the Capital Punishment Newsletter, a magazine that had not been nominated for an award. If he were to start a magazine, he said it would be called Drip, as his last name is Waters, and it would be about "all the worst places to be famous. You know, the embarrassing side of celebrity." —Doree

National Magazine Awards Photo Gallery

National Magazine Awards Winners and Finalists [ASME]

emily: *ARDEN!!!

doree: arrrrrden

doree: maybe we should discuss her first

emily: Well here is how my conversation with her went

emily: First I explained to her what Gawker is
and then a waitress came by with a tray of gougeres and Arden took three of them in a napkin "for her pregnant friend upstairs"

doree: oh those little fried things?

emily: So I was left talking to Arden's business partner

doree: those were delish.

emily: They were good but too salty I thought
Maybe I just got a salty one.
You know what was really excellent? Those little beef carpaccio roll ups

doree: yes, those beef carpaccio things were excellent.
i also enjoyed the cheese boards.
but, sorry
arden!

emily: ARDEN!

doree: she is very skinny.

emily: Great tits.

doree: small, but perky

doree: but no ass.

emily: You're a lesbian. Anyway, I asked her business partner "Business partner? What kind of business?"

emily: and she said, "MOVIES!"
I'm all, "ohhh."
Then Arden came back and pouted about the fact that we had posted pictures of her smoking weed, and said that her Dad had seen them

doree: deb schoeneman told me that arden has been going out in new york for 15 years
and also that it's because her parents took her everywhere.
so really, should it have been such a surprise to her dad?

emily: Good point! Well, do you want to hear the story behind that photo?

doree: YES

emily: "My parents went to St. Barts. And, like, I didn't go. It was over Halloween. I mean, Thanksgiving. And I was hanging out with my friend Jen who is a publicist for the Maritime Hotel. And I was like 'I don't really feel like drinking, but sure, I'll smoke some pot'"

doree: oh, poor Arden.

emily: "That was the last time I smoked pot."
(later)
"Actually, I've smoked pot since then."

doree: sigh

emily: I tried to reassure her that it was okay!
I'm like "I have smoked pot 100,000,000 times since Thanksgiving. It's fine."

doree: yes. though, that doesn't explain the necklace around her head
she had some 20s flapper thing going on.

emily: On her Socialite Rank thing she says that head jewelry is one of her favorite things, so I guess that is the explanation?
I think it suits her.
Who was the most fun person you talked to?

doree: hmm!

emily: Adam Moss hands down, right?
j/k

doree: heh.

doree: well, i ran from laurel touby.

emily: Ha!
why?

doree: her fishnets were scaring me

emily: Scary hair too. She is all "this scrunchie is a 25 cent facelift"

doree: oh god
at one point
she and her husband ran over to the table where they'd put down their stuff
because they were afraid someone else might sit there

emily:Well, seating was very hard to come by

doree: like, they had been watching it from across the room.
then sit there!
you know?

emily:remember we had to keep crouching down so that Michael Stipe's friends would stop being like "AHEM"

doree: HA
totally
and pregnant lady

emily:Even during the commercials!

doree: she was very concerned.
because they were IN the commercials

emily: Oh you mean Sarah Sophie Flicker?
Oh! Yeah, that was it

doree: that diet coke commercial
someone was all, "THIS IS MY COMMERCIAL"

emily: hahahaha. brag about it some more!

doree: right??
also, everyone upstairs thought ellen's jokes were way funny
like, uproariously so.

emily: they are all lesbians too i guess. like you!!
ok, and me
i am the one who said arden had nice tits in the first place.

doree: um, yes.
but it's ok
lesbians are the new bisexuals.

emily: that's what i keep hearing!
well I was very starstruck by my conversation with Michael Stipe

doree: i was too starstruck to even talk to him

emily: he was sad because once apparently Gawker said that he smelled bad.

doree: aw
did he?

emily: He smelled good, in a delightful sort of hippie way

doree: aw
remember when he asked you what you think of Dirt?

emily: he smelled like the interior of a store where they would sell crystals and dreamcatchers.

doree: there was a store like that in my hometown.

emily: was it called, like, Enchanting Oddments?

doree: it was called horai-san

emily: I feel that michael is an enchanting oddment. I hope he thinks our lives are like Courtney Cox's on that show.

doree: i think he does!

emily: HORAI SAN? oh god.

doree: yes! all faux-asian
ha
did you talk to the queer eye guy?

emily: Ted Allen! YES.

doree: oh THAT'S his name.

emily: I actually had a good question for him.
remember when there was that rumor that Padma Lakshmi, Salman Rushdie wife and Top chef host (ha, sorry) smoked oodles of weed on set?

doree: oh yes

emily: (i love how pot themed all my questioning was, now that i think about it)

doree: HM!

emily: well he was a guest judge on top chef

doree: ahh

emily: so i asked him about the rumors.
he was like (long pause)
"Ohhh . . . there are rumors about that?"

doree: oh, brilliant

emily: (very long pause)
"Well all I will say is that Padma is talented and beautiful and a true foodie."

doree: i hate that word foodie

emily: really? it does kind of sound like what it is though.
a precious word for a precious type of person

doree: ha, true

emily: also ted thinks that Sam should have won top chef.
I am one of like three people who cares, but it is my duty to report this.

(CONTINUED!

Team Party Crash: New York Magazine Oscar Party [photos]

[Ed Note.: Yes, these are usually called Team Party Crash. But guess what? We were fucking invited! By a publicist no less! Eww! What's the world coming to?]

As a service of our own, Gawker takes a look at Adam Moss, an editor radically transforming himself before our eyes. Here's what Adam Moss will look like in just ten years.

The Future of New York City [NYM]

Earlier: Adam Moss, I Know This World Is Killing You

Those full lips. The stern eyes. That hair. He seems like he could tear your copy up and stick in twelve more column inches about the best private schools on the Upper East Side and make you beg for more. But something struck us when we read this morning's suggestion that he might be up for the Jim Kelly job at Time (assuming John Huey decides that Tina Brown is too highbrow): Hadn't we seen this picture before? Like, for the last six years? Couldn't we find something more current, something that could show us if the hotness was holding up? Thanks to the kind folks at mediabistro, we could!

What the hell? How are we supposed to jerk off to that? Hasn't this guy read a Strategist piece on New York's best hairstylists? You are in the complete opposite quadrant to "Stylish" and "Doable" in our approval matrix, Adam. You'd better shape up. Because you know what lies down the road you're on?

This.

Don't say we didn't warn you.

New York magazine ranked 6th among all measured magazines in overall ad pages in 2005, according to Publisher's Information Bureau, the title's highest placement in 20 years and a move up from 10th place in 2004....

Circulation growth was also impressive with newsstand sales in the second half of 2005 increasing 16% compared to the second half of 2004. In addition, online subscriptions grew 16% in 2005, posting 17,438 subscriptions at little cost to the magazine....

The 14.7% growth in ad pages in 2005 was higher than the rate of growth for all of New York magazine's core competitors, including the New Yorker (-3%,) Time Out New York (3%,) and the New York Times Magazine (9.1%).

Of course, that's exactly what you'd expect the mag's communications staff to say. And God knows we wouldn't do any actual reporting to find out if it's all true, or all properly contextualized. So we're happy to hear any counterarguments. Numbers they're not mentioning? Outside factors they're taking credit for? Trends they're ignoring? We're all ears.

Until then, though, color us a little bit impressed.

The full release is after the jump.

For Immediate Release
January 25, 2006

Contact: Betsy Burton
212-508-XXXX

New York magazine is #6 in the U.S. in Ad Pages for 2005

Weekly Posts Circulation Gains
and Continues Advertising Growth

New York magazine ranked 6th among all measured magazines in overall ad pages in 2005, according to Publisher's Information Bureau, the title's highest placement in 20 years and a move up from 10th place in 2004. New York magazine posted 3041.79 pages for the year - a 14.7% increase over the previous year's count of 2651.98.

Circulation growth was also impressive with newsstand sales in the second half of 2005 increasing 16% compared to the second half of 2004. In addition, online subscriptions grew 16% in 2005, posting 17,438 subscriptions at little cost to the magazine. Renewal rates grew over 5% and gift subscriptions increased by 50%.

"Thanks to the buzz about New York magazine's exceptional editorial product, readers and advertisers are responding to the magazine more than ever," said publisher Larry Burstein. "Advertisers understand the authority of the brand in the world's most important marketplace and beyond. We are well positioned for continued success in 2006."

The 14.7% growth in ad pages in 2005 was higher than the rate of growth for all of New York magazine's core competitors, including the New Yorker (-3%,) Time Out New York (3%,) and the New York Times Magazine (9.1%). Paging growth for the industry was essentially flat at .5%.

New York magazine showed particularly strong ad page gains in real estate, banks, and credit cards, growing the business and technology page count by 78% over 2004. The watches, jewelry and apparel categories also realized significant increases.

Source: Publisher's Information Bureau/CMR.

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