At the National Magazine Awards ceremony in Manhattan's Marriott Marquis hotel ballroom, famed New York Magazine editor Adam Moss took the stage with chocolate on his face, almost certainly from the Chocolate Pot du Créme dessert course served only minutes before. It had gotten into the stubble under his lower lip in a smear that covered a goodly part of his chin, giving him the appearance of a man casually accepting an award for Best Magazine Section just after being punched repeatedly in the mouth. The three sizable television screens placed at the back of the stage enlarged Moss's chocolatey visage so that it could be clearly seen from the back of the room. Though his cacao calamity was the subject of many whispers amongst the assemblage, its existence did not appear to register in the consciousness of Adam Moss whatsoever. He left the stage without incident.
Last night Gawker founder Nick Denton hosted a little soiree at his Soho pad to welcome the American staff of the Guardian who recently moved their office to the neighborhood. And what is a party without a photo booth and a few boldfaced media names? We didn't save you any tea sandwiches, but you can at least enjoy the pictures.
In your brash Wednesday media column: Chris Matthews' wacky idea of "influential journalists," Alex Kuczynski strips, AOL's momentary earnings lapse, Adam Moss's reading list, crazy UK libel laws, and Newsweek's subtle Bin Laden cover.
This morning, it was announced that New York Magazine deputy editor Hugo Lindgren will be departing for Bloomberg BusinessWeek. NYM editor Adam Moss sent out a gushing tribute to Lindgren, who's been there for six years and before that worked with Moss at The New York Times Magazine, to the magazine's staff.
New York editor-in-chief Adam Moss turns 52 today. If you work at the magazine and you see him in the hallway, please be sure to extend your best wishes. Others celebrating today: George Clooney is turning 48. Former British Prime Minister Tony Blair is 56. Folk legend Bob Seger is 64. Sen. Richard Shelby of Alabama is turning 75. Baseball great Willie Mays is 78. Rubin "Hurricane" Carter is turning 71. Dancing With the Stars host Tom Bergeron is 54. Foo Fighters guitarist Chris Shiflett is 38. And Touched by an Angel actress Roma Downey (and the wife of TV mega-producer Mark Burnett) turns 49 today.
• More bad news for the magazine biz: Ad pages fell 26 percent during the first quarter, although you probably guessed that when you used last month's issue of any number of Condé Nast magazines to floss your teeth. [NYT]
• Steve Brill plans to save journalism! Or die trying, at least. [NYT]
• Sam Zell now says his acquisition of the parent company of the Chicago Tribune in 2007 was "a mistake." And a rather expensive one at that. [CT]
• Is NBC's long ratings slump over? Jeff Zucker sure is hoping so! [LAT]
• 20/20's Bob Brown has been dismissed after 30 years at the network. Insult to injury: He was told he could freelance for the network if he wants. [P6]
New York's cover story this week takes a look at Caroline Kennedy's disastrous foray into politics, and provides some excellent insight into what derailed her quasi-campaign for governor. What may be more striking, though, is the cover of the magazine, which features a black and white photo of Caroline with a red tear that appears to have been hastily drawn on top of the picture. Seem a bit familiar? Indeed it does!
Yesterday New York magazine laid off Gael Greene, a food critic there for the past 40 years. Apparently the recession is hurting New York like everyone else—not as drastically as everyone else, of course, but enough to have to pare down their fat roster of restaurant reviewers. So is this just a longtime employee being pushed out, or a sign of something worse under the surface?
New York is owned by billionaire Bruce Wasserstein, the CEO of investment bank Lazard. Does he have money problems? Well, let's see:
You're invited, space permitting, to a memorial service this evening for the beloved New York magazine founding editor Clay Felker. It's at the New York Society for Ethical Culture and starts at six. Tom Wolfe, Gloria Steinem and Lesley Stahl will pay tribute to the man who taught a city to talk about itself at a celebration organized by New York and Gail Sheehy, the writer and widow of the late editor. Felker's legacy, which Wolfe in July described as nothing less than the restoration of vitality to a bloodless, disconnected New York media, is also honored less directly today in New York's excellent issue on the Great Shakeout.
Pictured here, New York's Adam Moss, host of the Oscars party the magazine threw at the Spotted Pig, before ab-obsessed Dave Zinczenko unbuttoned his shirt. Moss, who used to run New York Times' Sunday magazine, is one of the most high-minded of modern editors. Which makes the magazine's web triumph last week all the more disturbing. New York claims 20m pageviews per day for the arty nudes it ran of drunken starlet, Lindsay Lohan. (Yes, jealous.) Moss says the traffic is "addictive". He's joking, for the moment. But wait. (In this week's New York sex diaries, an S&M-loving comedian.) After the jump, lovingly photographed by Gawker's Nikola Tamindzic: Emily Gould; Julia Allison; Alan Cumming and other British luvvies' media gays displaying affection; "Smash" from Friday Night Lights; Marlo's enforcer from cult HBO show, The Wire; and Jews eating piglet.
The Men's Health editor, who blames flabby abs for all male ailments in a best-selling recent book, threatens to display his washboard stomach. Zinczenko was putting aside his media persona, hetero lifestyle coach and aggressive top, to watch the Oscars with the gays at New York magazine's party last night at West Village restaurant, the Spotted Pig. Later in the evening, Zinczenko forced New York's editor, Adam Moss, to strip off his shirt. Hot! (At any rate, for the magazine industry).
You hoped the cover of Time Out was the pinnacle of Julia Allison's inexplicable celebrity? Tough. The Star magazine talking head is letting slip that she's being profiled for the New York Times. (Allison gives a little oops to indicate that she really should be more discreet. Yes, she should.) The former dating columnist was to have been subject of a piece in New York magazine, until editor Adam Moss determined she was "over-exposed". And that was before the Time Out magazine cover, and the vast output of drivel on Allison's personal blog.
At the Bowery Hotel last night, there was a fire in the fireplace and Fatboy Slim's Brimful of Asha on the stereo. Adam Moss, editor of New York, was wearing a blazer. Models were scattered through the crowd. Ally Hilfiger was there wearing tartan and Daily News gossip-auntie named Ben Widdicombe talked to a cute boy near the bar. What could have occasioned such a convocation of minds? Why, only the launch of Look, "a new magazine fresh off the runways," of course! Nikola Tamindzic was there to chronicle what everything and everybody looked like.