Whether it's sheer campaign exhaustion or an innate inability to summon human emotion, Hillary Clinton sure could use a good laugh. When People asked her when the last time she couldn't stop laughing was, she mumbled something about her staffers being silly on her private plane. "They were ribbing each other and carrying on and making jokes and I was just sitting there smiling and ... laughing," she said. Sounds ... hilarious ...Read More »
As the parent of a newborn, you have very few functions, but they’re all incredibly important: You are the provider of food, warmth, snuggles, clean diapers. You speak to your baby in hushed tones, or giggle, you adjust them to the outside world by touching them, and often you calm them by jiggling, rocking, and bouncing.Read More »
The other day, the supermodel Carolyn Murphy buttonholed Jane Mayle on the street. "Please tell me you're coming back," she said breathlessly, "so that I can stop dressing like a boy." Murphy — whom few would mistake for a boy — was just one of the many fans of Mayle's late-'90s-to-mid-'00s fashion line. The designer's friend Kazu Makino from Blonde Redhead, who would slash the hem of her dresses before going onstage, was another. So was PJ Harvey, who slung Mayle's gold bag across her shoulder on the album cover of Stories From the City, Stories From the Sea (influencing this writer to buy a terrible fast-fashion knockoff of said bag, whose gilt quickly wore off on my equally crummy down coat).
Mayle may not have been a household name, but she was synonymous with a certain kind of downtown girl (who has probably, at this point, decamped for Fort Greene or Beacon). Her store on Elizabeth Street defined Nolita before it became a mall, and her ultraromantic clothes — think ruffles, lace accents, and a recurring cameo motif — were catnip to the neighborhood's indie fashion girls. Despite appearances, though, Mayle says she didn't feel like a cool girl at the time. "I was terrified," she recalls, comparing the sudden success to a "runaway train." She was so unsure that fellow '90s "It" designer Daryl Kerrigan advised her, when she first opened the store, "just make sure when someone buys something, don’t laugh.”
Myanmar might get its first woman president before the United States does, even though the leading candidate — Nobel Peace Prize recipient Aung San Suu Kyi — is, at least for now, constitutionally ineligible for the job. Back in November, the National League for Democracy party, which is led by Suu Kyi, won national elections by a landslide, ending decades of military rule. As Suu Kyi — who spent 21 years as a political prisoner before her release in 2010 — is the clear favorite to become president, the NLD is in talks with commander-in-chief General Min Aung Hlaing to get around the law, and the negotiation is going well, The Guardian reports.Read More »
Waris Ahluwalia, designer behind House of Waris and actor-slash-man-about-town, took to Instagram this morning to reveal that he'd been barred from boarding a flight because of his turban. Ahluwalia, who had been on a trip to Mexico, took a photo of himself and his boarding pass for an Aero Mexico flight back to NYC, explaining in a caption that he'd been prohibited from boarding.Read More »
We all know that Chris Martin and Beyoncé are good friends — good enough friends that she shared the Super Bowl stage Sunday night in an attempt to help make the show a little less “white bread slathered in mayonnaise” and a little more “hot sauce.”Read More »
Researchers have started to consider Botox as an alternative treatment for depression, giving you a whole new medical excuse to look younger. "Wow! You look so great!" people will say to you. "Thanks; it's my new Botox treatment for crippling depression," you'll respond. "I can no longer frown, which helps."
If you're not suffering from an actual medical condition that can be treated by Botox — like depression or migraines — here are a few suggestions for how to trick people into thinking your injections are for medicinal purposes.Read More »
I met this really beautiful woman at an artist colony and we had a terrific affair and if you don’t know it colonies are good for work or no work and this was a no work summer.Read More »
As I said last week, this month in ancient Roman times was dedicated to purification, especially by fire and smoke. Although it’s rare to have Mardi Gras, Ash Wednesday, and Valentine’s Day happen the same week as a new moon, we can use this opportunity to reignite our commitment to what we hold in high regard, washing away what keeps us from the purity of that devotion.Read More »
The Carolina Panthers lost to the Denver Broncos in Super Bowl 50 on Sunday, and nobody is more hot in their sadness about it than hot, sad Cam Newton. With his hoodie pulled up over his head the Panthers quarterback lumbered out onto the press-conference stage last night doing his best impression of your high school's quirky emo kid. His public misery lasted a single minute before he exited the stage, assumedly to crank some Saves the Day, smoke a clove, and ponder the pointlessness of life.
Every Monday at the Cut, we're highlighting one great purchase that won't take up your whole paycheck. If you're looking for a splurge instead, check back every Friday for one great purchase that's worth eating ramen noodles for the rest of eternity.
Haven’t you heard? Winter’s not done with us just yet. Fortunately, right now the sales racks are full of warm accessories like this structured wool felt hat from Hat Attack. While moss green might not immediately come to mind as an everyday winter neutral, it’s a stylish option that will work just as well now as it will with a floral maxi dress in spring. The metallic leather trim adds a feminine touch, and, best of all, you won't need to fuss with styling your hair underneath.Read More »
There is an illness afflicting men of all stripes, and it's not what you might think. No, it isn’t mansplaining, it isn’t everyday sexism, and it isn't the unwarranted respect heaped upon Hemingway and “bourbon” (for god knows what reason except for ease of access). It’s not a physical issue, either: Dadbod — for once — can take a seat. On a couch. In a rec room in the suburbs. Where the Super Bowl is playing. But, please: No girls allowed.Read More »
This month, the Barneys flagship comes back to Chelsea, where it lived from 1923 to 1993. To fête the new location (101 Seventh Ave., nr. 16th St.) — and nod to the iconic 1986 charity event at the store for which the likes of Jean-Michel Basquiat designed jean jackets — Barneys has partnered with Christie’s for “The Black Leather Jacket” auction. Among the 25 embellished motorcycle styles is this Paris-themed work by Dries Van Noten, rendered with 83 pins, 71 patches, six Eiffel Tower charms, and one Mona Lisa. Bidding starts in early March at christies.com; all proceeds support the LGBT Community Center and the White Columns arts space.Read More »
For all of those summer goths out there, these past few months have felt like heaven. It's blissfully cold and dark, without any humid days to ruin your carefully put-together outfit. Unfortunately the stores are slowly starting to fill with cheerful (ugh!) colors and prints. Don't succumb to their temptations. You can be true to your hate of all things bright and cheery, even if you're dressing for a fun night out.
Considering this Sunday is Valentine's Day, here's another way to be festive that doesn't involve flowers. Begin with a swishy black-and-white slip dress. The fringe does all the work to make it special and happy so you don't need to add any jewelry. Throw on a studded leather jacket for warmth and texture and finish with sharp, bitchy black pumps. And you know to keep those legs bare — c'mon, true summer-haters don't do tights.Read More »
Thank you, NFL, for reminding the Super Bowl 50 audience on Sunday what Mom and Dad do when their team scores a Super Bowl win. The ad, "Super Bowl Babies," featured a choir representing those born right around nine months post–Super Bowl.Read More »
Just one day after surprise-releasing "Formation," Beyoncé informed her fans there would be a corresponding world tour. The announcement came at the end of her Super Bowl halftime showdown in the form of an elemental, black-and-white TV spot. The most urgent message here is that pre-sale for tickets begin February 9, and tickets actually go on sale February 16. The performances begin in North America in late-April, spanning myriad venues in Canada and the States, before switching to a European stretch to close out the summer.Peruse the dates here: »
The first part of the halftime show was just Chris Martin singing straight into the fans' faces. Blah, blah, Coldplay concert, blah. Bruno Mars arrives. Closer, closer. Bam. Beyoncé. And with her an all-female drum line that basically renders everything else irrelevant — even Bruno Mars's all-leather-clad back-up crew.Read More »
The historic Super Bowl 50 showdown kicked off to a fittingly cutthroat start (ads and all) on Sunday. Not to be outdone, Coldplay delivered a colorful halftime show that included a medley of "Viva La Vida," "Adventure of a Lifetime," and "Fix You," among others tunes and nods to the past. (It was kind of like School of Rock met a California kaleidoscope.) Oh, and as promised, Chris Martin thankfully shined the Beyoncé and Bruno signals, which led to an "Uptown Funk"–"Formation" showdown that ended too soon. Roll the clip above to witness (or relive) the ephemeral slayage, and read our critic's take here.
The woman next door to us had two sisters. One emigrated to England, the other to America. The English sister worked in an office in Liverpool; the American sister was a housekeeper for a family in Connecticut who were, my mother said, “fabulously wealthy.” Each summer, both sisters came home to Ireland for a few weeks. The English sister was quiet and remained in the shadows. The American sister, on the other hand, was all glitter and fascinating talk. She came with suitcases filled with clothes that had been cast off by her American employers. Women visited from all parts of our town to look at these clothes, to marvel over the bright colors and the fashionable cuts. Every afternoon, you could hear the noise of cooing coming from the house next door as the American sister produced another dress or costume or cardigan, or showed them the sort of shoes they had only seen in the movies.
Saoirse Ronan’s parents came to New York in the 1980s, two decades after our neighbor’s sister and three decades after the protagonist of my novel Brooklyn, whom she would come to play onscreen. Saoirse was born in New York and then taken home to Ireland when she was 3. Having parents who had lived in America singled you out in Ireland; even the idea of living there until you were 3 gave you a sort of glamour, a glamour that was often belied by the sort of work that Irish immigrants did in New York in the 1980s and by their living conditions.Read More »