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The beauty industry sells hope in a jar, Revlon founder Charles Revson once famously said. The folks at Elizabeth Arden—for years, Revlon’s great rival—have gone him one better. They’re selling a spa in a bottle. Their new skincare line, Red Door Spa Professional, duplicates (or at imitates) the various treatments offered by Arden's famed Red Door Spas.

Stepping into Lady Mendl's (56 Irving Pl., 212.533.4466), a tea salon on a quiet street in Gramercy, is a serious time-warp, in a really precious, not precocious way. Add to that the representatives of Persona jewelry floating around in their finest tea party dresses each adorned with a distinctive flower crown, platters of finger sandwiches, pastries, macarons and fruit, not to mention a wide array of juicy mimosas, and you have yourself my Tuesday morning.

Without question, one of the major perks of being the editor of IN New York are the restaurant invites to the “next cool restaurant.” The newly reopened Paramount Bar & Grill inside the newly reopened Paramount Hotel, most certainly lived up to the hip quotient. The evening started with my colleague and I enjoying a plateful of prosciutto, nuts, figs and assorted cheeses over a chilled chardonnay at the hotel’s café, Corso, which offers coffee drinks, pastries and mouth-watering sandwiches, all in a very bright, Euro-vibe café setting.

The closet door just swung wide open. When you walk into the Leslie + Lohman Museum of Gay And Lesbian Art (more like a glorified gallery than a true museum, really) you'll see these words stenciled on the white walls: "In 1953, President Dwight D. Eisenhower signed Executive Order 10450 prohibiting those inclined to "sexual perversion"—members of the LGBTQ community—from working anywhere in the US Government.

Bette Midler and Fiona Shaw: They couldn’t be more dissimilar as actresses and, one suspects, as women. On the one hand, there’s the earthy Miss M, a vaudevillian with the soul of a burlesque queen; on the other, the cerebral RADA-trained interpreter of Euripides and T.S. Eliot. In a Broadway season characterized by no shortage of solo plays, these two dames demand attention with two of the best. Midler plays Sue Mengers, real-life and larger-than-life Hollywood agent, in I’ll Eat You Last by John Logan.

A few days ago, I returned to a restaurant that I’d never been to before. The place was—and is—Aureole. Back in the 1980s, after I moved to New York, my parents periodically came to visit me, and Aureole became our go-to special occasion place. My mom, an ardent foodie before the term was popular, was one of the first to appreciate Chef Charlie Palmer’s innovative American cuisine, ingenious in its combinations of flavors, gorgeous in its presentation.

While New York has been experiencing an unreasonably, unseasonably cold Spring, I sometimes enjoy perusing the pictures of my friends back in California, basking in the sun at the beach. Not because I'm a masochist so much as the fact that thinking warm, sometimes makes you feel just a little bit hotter.

Last week, I was fortunate enough to be invited to the unveiling party of The Great Gatsby windows at the flagship store of Tiffany & Co. on glorious Fifth Avenue. What an event! Even before walking into the store I was dazzled by the window displays: one, a party scene with a stack of 1920s style champagne glasses overflowing with chandelier earrings, while a wooden inlayed dance floor is engraved with Jay Gatsby’s monogram.

Sometimes, to truly appreciate a city you live in, one has to see it through a foreigner's eyes. It's the magic of newness. Visitors from afar don't experience New York the same way New Yorkers do: To them (you, perhaps), everything is novel and fresh, exciting and invigorating—not yet lessened by everyday exposure, not yet dulled by day-to-day drudgery. It's a wonderful way to see the world, a virgin perspective that we could all benefit from. How could I get myself some of these new-to-NYC goggles?, this New York native pondered.

A testosterone-fueled play like Orphans demands a steak afterward. That was my logic when I steered my companion and me to Angus’ Café and Bistro after Orphans’ Tuesday preview. Angus’, formerly known as Angus McIndoe, serves what is arguably the best bargain in the Theater District: a 38-oz. porterhouse T-bone for two, prix fixe at either $79 or $99.


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