Yowza. About those New York Times layoffs everybody's been waiting to hear about: Daily Intel got a partial list of layoff victims, and some surprisingly big names are on it. Including the Seymour Hersh of the Styles section! [UPDATED].
The moment's almost here: one lucky bidder is going to be the proud owner of our charity-friendly National Book Award-winner and James Franco-endorsed copy of Sarah Palin's Going Rogue, which is going to benefit Save The Children. Not Dave Eggers.
The mysterious enigma that is Jesus (Luz), Madonna's 22 year-old Brazilian model/DJ boyfriend, got the Sunday Styles profile treatment this weekend. It is, in a word: hysterical.
At 2009's National Book Awards we honored Sarah Palin's Going Rogue as 2010's frontrunner for the NBA Fiction Prize by getting it signed by the gathered literary luminaries. And now, it can be the best charitable, tax-deductible present ever.
2009's National Book Awards went down last night. In delightful twists of irony, they were a) sponsored by Google, b) held on Wall Street, and c) James Franco was there. So were Party Crash Photog Mo Pitz and I. BOOKS!
Where, exactly, are you supposed to start when the New York Times runs a Page One media piece on the word "douche"?
Hot damn. Allen Salkin — the Seymour Hersh of the Sunday Styles section — hit the nail on the head this time. Salkin reviewed/profiled the DJ AM docu-show about addiction, and got some quotes. It's a teary, compelling affair.
"Professional comedians find camaraderie and economic relief in an unlikely Queens neighborhood." Is Astoria really an "unlikely" Queens neighborhood, for white comedians? No. It's the most likely. Hollis would be unlikely. Every Allen Salkin story makes me so mad. [NYT]
Josh Harris—the Silicon Valley O.G. who washed up when the 1.0 tech bubble burst—had his second life profiled by the Sunday Styles. Harris is the ultimate Where Are They Now? of the tech scene. And where is he?
Allen Salkin - the Seymour Hersh of the Styles section - files this weekend on a group of media writers in New York who're meeting in an Murray Hill (?!) penthouse. Old school, but the rub? No twittering, blogging, oversharing.
You know the Times' Styles section was eventually going to pitch in on the fiscal trials and tribulations of Annie Leibovitz. They delivered, filing a quote-happy roundup on the matter, starring Tina Brown and Graydon Carter, defending their friend.
Caricature-coiffed Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter co-owns two restaurants where Manhattan's most insufferable douchebags go to get their "look at me" on. Each day these establishments field "thousands" of table requests and Graydon alone decides where the arses will park.
The players: Manhattan media playboy Jared Kushner's younger brother Joshua (pictured); Harvard students; rich people; and NYT faux-trend specialist Allen Salkin. It's a case where both an idea and the meta-coverage of the idea are equally enraging!
A friend of mine likes to say that he reads the Sunday Styles section before he reads everything else, so that he can get good and angry in the morning. Today is no exception.
We knew that celebrity photographer Annie Leibovitz had some serious financial problems. But we didn't know they were so bad that she had to sign over all of her photos to a pawn shop:
The New York Times is absolutely obsessed with showing the world how wretched it is to earn just a half million dollars per year. Today it told the story with numbers.
New York Times faux-trend specialist Allen Salkin's dad knew Bernie Madoff in college. Sort of. Other than that, the only thing you'll learn from this piece is that Salkin's dad loves cream cheese.
Allen Salkin is the Times' designated kitschy trend specialist and author of a book about fake holiday Festivus, which sums up his sensibility very well. When we last encountered him he was sending out email blasts looking for travel companions to the Olympics, dinner companions to a barbecue joint, and sources for a…
Look, we have another entrant to the oversharers hall of fame! This guy doesn't post pictures of cum on his face, or go on and on about his four-year-old's cheese preferences. But considering that this man is a reporter for the New York Times, we're going to hold him to a slightly higher standard. Anyhow, is everyone…
What do you get when you take the snobbish manufactured exclusivity of the downtown NYC faux-celebrity modeltrash circuit and combine it with the barren urban nightmare that is Atlantic City? I don't know, but idly rich hipsters across the tristate area will soon be paying big money to find out, if cultural…
