Jeffrey Slonim
Red Carpet Oscar Virgin: A Kodak Moment
by Jeffrey Slonim
Worlds collided when New York Fashion Week bumped up against the Academy Awards this year.
Society Angels in America
by Jeffrey Slonim
During the maudlin final days of the Bush administration, I glumly wondered if New York would even survive until O-Day, January 20, 2009. Twin Towers gone, Wall Street tanked, Hamas bombing Israel and vice versa. Allah is apparently just not that into us. And then a lone angel alit: Sully, the pilot who landed the bird-struck US Airways jet on the Hudson. And miraculously the mood changed. Hope broke out.
The New L Word: Libertine
by Jeffrey Slonim
When Brigid Berlin, Andy Warhol's BFF, a decided Libertine ("L") in her day, came into her inheritance, she didn't race out and get coiffed. But she did wear a beehive of a ring from her mom, Honey Berlin, a tall swirl of diamonds.
Hurricanes and Turkey
by Jeffrey Slonim
“There was a Valentino party at 54. I guess Stevie was trying to make it a really bad party, because he had the waiters dressed up like Pilgrims and he was serving turkey. . . . I lost Halston but I found him a little later eating a turkey leg, and he made me have some. The last place you want to eat meat from is a discotheque, but later I saw Stevie eating the turkey, too, so I guess it was okay.” The Andy Warhol Diaries, Sunday, November 19, 1978
