If you had said "on HIS private jet," there would be more of a premise for complaint. Not good to have that circulating given the timing -- given layoffs happened that day, but come on... a little more reality, svp. #graydoncarter
@CODiva: I'm not sure that would have been better at all. After all, if you look at lease-time costs for private jets, he probably paid anywhere between $1,800 and $5,000 an hour--and you just know he's expensing it all. #graydoncarter
@CODiva: I disagree. If it had been his private jet then the implication would have been it's something he bought. I definitely read it as meaning he probably took rented a jet, which can cost between $1,800 and $5,000 an hour, which in all likelihood he'll include in his next expense report. Unless, that is, he was being given free ride by a potential story subject, in which case it would just be the kind of unethical that makes VF's celebrity "journalism" a joke.
@Mediahohoho: I assumed... and bear in mind I am imprisioned within a Palm Beach perspective... that he was an invited guest aboard his host's private transportation. It never occurred to me that he would hire his own high-flier. I'm going with guest. #graydoncarter
@CODiva: You're probably right. The rich know how to freeload better than the plebes. Smart way to buy favorable coverage for the upcoming divorce (hypothetically). Which is why that magazine isn't worth the perfume that binds it together. #graydoncarter
From Choire Sicha over at The Awl: most of the layoffs at Vanity Fair were women. We'll know that the Conde Nast cost-cutting is serious when Graydon Carter's masthead cronies start to feel the blade.
Thanks, HamNo. I am Marie Antoinette every Halloween and I always schlep an evil person in effigy. I was going to get a blonde blowup doll and make it Orly Taitz, but now I think this year it will be Graydon with a "Gone to Bermuda!" sign taped to his bloated, grayish body.
@BookishLookish: i can't hate on him. he's just a magazine editor. the bankers and their enablers, yes. the courtiers picking up the golden crumbs that fall from the royal tables? without them, how would we know what happens inside the palaces? #graydoncarter
@if_i_only_had_a_heart: That is not the point. It's bad fucking form. Come on, kid, when you give someone the heave-ho, you walk into their office and tell them you are really sorry and that their work has been excellent and that you regret having to make these kinds of cuts. And you do it like a gent, you don't fucking skulk off on a fun adventure in a foreign land on the day that people who used to make your magazine run are now wondering how they're going to pay rent. #graydoncarter
@BookishLookish: i hear you. it's totally bad horrendous awful form. but that asssumes an interest in doing the right thing and a desire to lead the troops, when it is clear that emulating up instead of bonding down has become the guiding principle. #graydoncarter
Toby Young's memoir about his tenure under Graydon Carter snapped into sharp focus what's wrong with the editorial echelon at Vanity Fair. They are all, to a man and a woman, mesmerized by celebrities & the rich. Totally startstruck. This whole pretend-business of "taking down the nouveau riche brigade" or "insider reporting on the life and times of the privileged" is baloney. All they want is to orbit in the personal proximity of these people. That's why they suckle so vigorously at the teat of Hollywood (or Wall Street, I guess), which feed them "scoops" and twirl them around like a spinning top.
A magazine like the defunct Radar had oodles more integrity than Vanity Fair has or every will. It's also disappointing because Graydon Carter circa Spy mag used to maul the a-holes he now celebrates with such gusto. #graydoncarter
@snugbug: also, integrity? so old school. vanity fair hasn't even pretended to have any for a decade. think of it as national enquirer with better production values -- i read both at the supermarket. #graydoncarter
@BookishLookish: I'm thinking about getting a bouffant-y boob job. I can't do much more with my hair, but the idea might get me invited aboard more private transport and I could walk around saying "Wheels-up" into my cellphone to the chagrin of all within earshot #graydoncarter
Hey, I don't blame Graydon for jetting off to Bermuda while his staff gets laid off. Who wants to be around when Debby Downer comes to town and lays off people?? #graydoncarter
I blame the Newhouses. They allowed each magazine's editor to become a celebrity. They even encouraged the process. And it worked for a long while: Vogue and Vanity Fair share the prestige of Anna Wintour and Graydon Carter.
And now they're paying the price. Graydon Carter behaves like a French aristocrat on the eve of the revolution -- indulged, entitled and oblivious to the approach of the tumbrils.
So oblivious indeed that he can devote issue after issue of Vanity Fair to the hubris and misdeeds of the financial elite -- as if his own world wasn't equally puffed up.
The luxury advertising boom that funded Conde Nast's padded expense accounts, the vacations with mogul friends, the battle for position at the Waverly: they were as inflated as the mortgage securities market ever was. And Graydon Carter -- if there's an ounce of truth to this latest rumor about his flight to Bermuda -- is as detached as the banking executives we so excoriate. #graydoncarter
@Nick Denton: The most interesting part of all this will be watching old guard editors attempting to play under new rules. Maybe the next game will should be predicting which Conde Nast editor first falls, no? #graydoncarter
@Nick Denton: agreed, with this exception: they are privately held, and can do what they want with their money, including setting it on fire #graydoncarter
@Nick Denton: Graydon--and Si, for that matter, on those rare occasions when he speaks--would probably say that the hubris and misdeeds of magazine editors don't have the wide ramifications and thus don't matter nearly as much as the hubris and misdeeds of the financial elite. And that is true, of course. The trouble is that Graydon et al stroke and slobber over the financial elite more than they excoriate them, and they really want to be part of the club. That attitude and the publicity amplify the power of the elite and aid their villainy. Also, pathetically, Graydon and his ilk still celebrate, greed, consumption, and snobbery without realizing that they, like all strivers and wannabees, can never really reach the top floor of society, and will be allowed onto the floor below only as long as they are useful tools. Dorothy Parker once referred to these pretenders as "the sort of people who have to buy their silver." #graydoncarter
@Nick Denton: It's particularly delicious that Graydon "threw" the book party for Andrew Ross Sorkin's "Too Big To Fail" just two days ago. #graydoncarter
@narnio: Graydon is indeed huge. And others have made the joke that the 600-page book and the party -- which included the likes of Dimon, Mack, Welch and Diller -- were also too big to fail.
Of course, the event was great fun and had that frisson of power in the room. And I was there and I felt that frisson. That makes me as much part of the problem as part of the solution. We're all seduced eventually.
Even self-awareness doesn't save us. It certainly didn't save a former editor of Spy called Graydon Carter as he was gradually absorbed into the entertainment industry establishment. #graydoncarter
It is true that occasionally the author’s invention plucks at the coverlet, and she can do no better by her brain-children than to name them Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith. But it must be said, in fairness, that the Joneses and the Smiths are the horrible examples, the confirmed pullers of social boners. They deserve no more. They go about saying "Shake hands with Mr. Smith" or "I want to make you acquainted with Mrs. Smith" or "Will you permit me to recall myself to you?" or "Pardon me!" or "Permit me to assist you" or even "Pleased to meet you!" One pictures them all as small people, darting about the outskirts of parties, fetching plates of salad and glasses of punch, applauding a little too enthusiastically at the end of a song, laughing a little too long at the point of an anecdote. If you could allow yourself any sympathy for such white trash, you might find something pathetic in their eagerness to please, their desperate readiness to be friendly. But one must, after all, draw the line somewhere, and Mr. Jones, no matter how expensively he is dressed, always gives the effect of being in his shirt-sleeves, while Mrs. Smith is so unmistakably the daughter of a hundred Elks. Let them be dismissed by somebody’s phrase (I wish to heaven it were mine)--"the sort of people who buy their silver." #graydoncarter
@scroll_lock: Adding to that regret is not realizing sooner that
Nick, Professional Media Whore that he was, would have worked for nothing! #graydoncarter
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Toby Young's memoir about his tenure under Graydon Carter snapped into sharp focus what's wrong with the editorial echelon at Vanity Fair. They are all, to a man and a woman, mesmerized by celebrities & the rich. Totally startstruck. This whole pretend-business of "taking down the nouveau riche brigade" or "insider reporting on the life and times of the privileged" is baloney. All they want is to orbit in the personal proximity of these people. That's why they suckle so vigorously at the teat of Hollywood (or Wall Street, I guess), which feed them "scoops" and twirl them around like a spinning top.
A magazine like the defunct Radar had oodles more integrity than Vanity Fair has or every will. It's also disappointing because Graydon Carter circa Spy mag used to maul the a-holes he now celebrates with such gusto. #graydoncarter
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It's true: All dick and no balls. #graydoncarter
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Maybe the Teabaggers made off with his balls? #graydoncarter
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And now they're paying the price. Graydon Carter behaves like a French aristocrat on the eve of the revolution -- indulged, entitled and oblivious to the approach of the tumbrils.
So oblivious indeed that he can devote issue after issue of Vanity Fair to the hubris and misdeeds of the financial elite -- as if his own world wasn't equally puffed up.
The luxury advertising boom that funded Conde Nast's padded expense accounts, the vacations with mogul friends, the battle for position at the Waverly: they were as inflated as the mortgage securities market ever was. And Graydon Carter -- if there's an ounce of truth to this latest rumor about his flight to Bermuda -- is as detached as the banking executives we so excoriate. #graydoncarter
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@Nick Denton: It's particularly delicious that Graydon "threw" the book party for Andrew Ross Sorkin's "Too Big To Fail" just two days ago. #graydoncarter
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Of course, the event was great fun and had that frisson of power in the room. And I was there and I felt that frisson. That makes me as much part of the problem as part of the solution. We're all seduced eventually.
Even self-awareness doesn't save us. It certainly didn't save a former editor of Spy called Graydon Carter as he was gradually absorbed into the entertainment industry establishment. #graydoncarter
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It is true that occasionally the author’s invention plucks at the coverlet, and she can do no better by her brain-children than to name them Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith. But it must be said, in fairness, that the Joneses and the Smiths are the horrible examples, the confirmed pullers of social boners. They deserve no more. They go about saying "Shake hands with Mr. Smith" or "I want to make you acquainted with Mrs. Smith" or "Will you permit me to recall myself to you?" or "Pardon me!" or "Permit me to assist you" or even "Pleased to meet you!" One pictures them all as small people, darting about the outskirts of parties, fetching plates of salad and glasses of punch, applauding a little too enthusiastically at the end of a song, laughing a little too long at the point of an anecdote. If you could allow yourself any sympathy for such white trash, you might find something pathetic in their eagerness to please, their desperate readiness to be friendly. But one must, after all, draw the line somewhere, and Mr. Jones, no matter how expensively he is dressed, always gives the effect of being in his shirt-sleeves, while Mrs. Smith is so unmistakably the daughter of a hundred Elks. Let them be dismissed by somebody’s phrase (I wish to heaven it were mine)--"the sort of people who buy their silver." #graydoncarter
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Nick, Professional Media Whore that he was, would have worked for nothing! #graydoncarter
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