The bar at the front of the Hunt and Fish Club, the upscale steak-and-martinis joint just off Times Square, has floor-to-ceiling plateglass windows, presumably not so that its customers can have a panoramic view of 44th Street but so that people outside can see what a great time the people inside are having. The restaurant, […]
Amanda Chantal Bacon arrives at Blue Bottle Coffee, rosy-cheeked and windswept. “I had meetings this morning, so I got robbed of my power and spirit,” she apologizes, placing her almond-milk latte on the counter and rummaging through her oversize handbag. I’m opening my mouth to begin commiserating about the soul-sucking nature of meetings when she
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One night this summer, Tove Lo was in a bar in Brooklyn, getting hit on by a guy. What’s your name, he asked, the singer recalls afterward. Tove, she said. What do you do? I’m a singer. Then she saw it, the briefest flicker of recognition. She watched his alcohol-infused synapses slowly make the connections.
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Jim Jordan curls his bare toes around the edge of his pool, which looks out over the rolling hills and canyons of Calabasas, California. Earlier, when he’d gotten to the point in his life story where he said “I had everything that the world tells you that you need to be happy, but I
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It was the middle of the night, and Elizabeth Gilbert was curled up in a ball of grief, confusion, and despair. “I found myself in a heap on the couch, around a pillow, huddled and shaking,” the author tells the crowd that has come to see her at Brooklyn’s BRIC House arts center on a
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When Ryan Lochte suggests we meet by the fountain at the Grove, the outdoor mall in Los Angeles, it’s understandable, in a Splash kind of way. The man has spent most of his 32 years in the water — of course he’d want to keep it near at all times. By the time he arrives,
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“Don’t you have a lock?” Rose Byrne asks, her forehead under her bathing cap creasing with concern. We’re in the women’s locker room at the YMCA on 14th Street, steps away from the pool — the only pool, Byrne has informed me, that she has found in her decade-plus of living in New York that even comes
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The gilded mammoth skeleton by Damien Hirst. — Faena House, Miami Beach’s new clubhouse for the rich, rises just steps from the menacing turquoise sea. Photograph by Ivan Belaustegui Courtesy of Faena What would the woolly mammoth tell us, if it could speak, about what it’s like to go extinct? Probably it would point out
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