New Years happened. It was stupid. Like it is, every year. Here at The Gloss, we are professional drinkers and so regard New Years as an acceptable excuse to get drunk at best (but really, to stay in and order takeout). Here, editors Jennifer Wright and Ashley Cardiff discuss their ambivalence about the practice of resolutions, what awful children they were and Michael Crichton.
Also. Hi, Simon Rich! More
Those squalid sexual libertines at The New Yorker have done it again! More
Once upon a time, I had a subscription to almost every fashion magazine under the sun. More
That makes one of us! More
Opinionated paragon of good taste and Bottega Veneta creative director Tomas Maier gave The New Yorker a piece of his mind: “The It Bag is a totally marketed bullshit crap[...] You make a bag, you put all the components in it that you think could work, you send it out to a couple of celebrities, you get… More
Susan Orlean is a writer for The New Yorker whose book The Orchid Thief was turned into the award-winning film Adaptation. Having already taken on people who steal exotic plants, Orlean has moved on to even more pressing societal issues … More
Apparently, before having ten plastic surgery procedures, Heidi Montag prayed to God to ask him if it was alright. Paul Rudnick speculates on how that prayer may have run in the Shouts and Murmurs humor column in the New Yorker: … More
