The Editor is IN
Thanks to Sex and the City, being a fashion-focused writer in New York City carries some clichés. "You are like the real Carrie Bradshaw," girls would say, and then huddle in their groups of four outside of Union Square movie theaters, waiting for The Movie. "You're such a Charlotte," I like to tease my friend who wants to get married one day.
Having a chance to be a part of the glitterati in New York City as a journalist is always a bit surreal....kind of like stepping into a scene from "Sex and the City" that just turned real, or popping off a page of a Dominick Dunne novel. This journalist's most recent taste of New York's highbrow excitement was going to the opening of Asia Week at the Solomon R. Guggenheim museum on Friday evening, March 15th.
On a recent dreary Friday, I was cheered by the thought of having lunch with an old friend, someone I haven't seen in years. She suggested (being that she works at Lincoln Center) Lincoln Ristorante, the still-relatively-new Italian restaurant that opened near the reflecting pool of this iconic complex. I thought I'd enjoy a "nice" lunch: I wasn't expecting spectacular.
Theater buffs, check out these three damsels making history on and off Broadway in March. The late Ann Richards, former governor of the great state of Texas, was larger-than-life. No, that’s an understatement. She was life.
In the 1940s and ‘50s, dermatologist Erno Laszlo kept the complexions of movie stars like Ava Gardner, Rita Hayworth and Marilyn Monroe camera-ready from his exclusive clinic in midtown Manhattan. In the mid-1960s, he went public, so to speak, with a skin-care product line to be carried in tony department stores.
Fashion week flew by in a frou-frou flurry, and this Editorial Agent was gleefully caught up in the storm. It's a funny time of year, this semi-annual celebration of all looks haute and happening. All the movers-and-shakers (and wannabes, let's not forget) of the fashion, art and media worlds converge for a whirlwind series of events aimed at shaping the aesthetic trajectory of the upcoming season. Everyone dons their finest threads, all impossibly high heels and carefully draped scarves, and sets out to make a style statement.
For the last few years, cosmetics companies have had one word for you: minerals. As in, mineral-based makeup—and increasingly, skin care—that's chockful of scary-sounding stuff like titanium dioxide, zinc oxide, potassium, and mica (ok, mica doesn’t sound so bad). Despite these compounds usually being cooked up in labs, mineral-based cosmetics tout themselves as “natural” and “environmentally-friendly,” not so much for what they put in as what they leave out: preservatives, parabens, artificial dyes, mineral oils, and chemicals like formaldehyde.
It's a given that fashion week will awe us with the greats; Calvin Klein, Michael Kors, Marc Jacobs, Proenza Schouler, Oscar de la Renta, and the list goes on. Much anticipated, these collections are considered to set the temperature for the following season, be it through their styling, their high-wattage models, or the craftsmanship of their cloth.
You get to a certain age, and you think you’ve seen it all. What more can there be to discover? Answer: Lots. Until yesterday, I had never heard of, much less knowingly seen a work by Indian-born American artist Zarina Hashmi (b. 1937). All that changed at Zarina: Paper Like Skin, the thrilling—there is no other word—retrospective at the Guggenheim Museum, thru April 21, 2013.
Funny man George Carlin once said: "One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor." He must never have been to Mercadito.