the eight-day week
Surely our literary ardor couldn’t have been sated by last night’s Robert Caro event—and the only reading we thought to bring Out East was a back issue of Vogue and the third Fifty Shades book (we can’t wait to see how it ends!). Tonight, we’ll be in search of the life of the mind, starting Read More
Menace to Society
Becoming a socialite is a grueling slog even in the best of circumstances. And I’m not in the best of circumstances. I don’t really know anyone or have any money, and while I’ve gotten plenty of ink over the years, it’s not the kind on the society pages (it’s on my shoulders, calves, upper arms, forearms…).
But nobody does it alone. Cinderella had a Fairy Godmother and a bunch of little birds. I had an editor, a stylist and a photographer lending occasional advice, but it wasn’t enough. I needed a publicist. And I knew of only one man for the job: R. Couri Hay.
Yesterday evening, The New York Observer wove around the horrific obstacle course that is trying to find a cab in Times Square in order to jet up 14 East 82nd St. The partially-remodeled space, owned by Russian real estate mogul and artist Janna Bullock had been turned into a three-floored gallery for Ms. Bullock’s premiere exhibition, “Allegories and Experiences.”
Over bites of fried sage and copious amounts of vodka, we mingled with some of New York’s artistic jet-setters, surrounding the two hosts of the evening, Ms. Bullock and Jay McInerney.
The first sign that something strange was going on at The Forgotten, a new salon series literary doyenne Brooke Geahan kicked off Sunday night, was the ratio of hostesses to attendees.
We had come to hear a reading of “Solace,” a new short story by Jay McInerney put out by Ms. Geahan’s soundtrack-augmented e-book house, Booktrack. But the number of pretty, young female attendants on hand made it feel more gentlemen’s club than book club.
the eight-day week
It’s Mother’s Day! But, sorry Mom, we love you, but we’ve gotta bolt as soon as brunch is over. We have an engagement in the city: specifically, the launch of Jay McInerney’s Booktrack, entitled “Solace.” A Booktrack is an e-book short story with an ambient-noise soundtrack—while we haven’t heard “Solace” yet, we imagine the ambient Read More
Why go visit your parents on Easter or Passover when you know they were out all Thursday night celebrating the legal drinking age of Randy Harris?