Paris
“At the beginning, I wanted to change the voice, which mostly meant cleansing the florid baroqueness of the language. In the Vanity Fair I inherited, a restaurant wasn’t a restaurant, it was a “boîte.” (…) A party wasn’t a party, it was a “fête.” (…) Out went glitzy, coiffed, wannabe, A-list, and even celebrity. Out went (…) eatery (for “restaurant”), flat (for “apartment”), flick (for “movie”), fuck (okay in a quote but not with regard to the actual sex act)”. How Graydon Carter cleaned out the copyedits in 1990’s Vanity Fair.
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Just very big pearls (grâce à Vaquera Fall 2025).
Someone on Reddit made a gif of that outfit in Sorrentino’s Parthenope which echoes the glorious Isabella Rossellini getup in Death Becomes her.
Lyotard will not have it.
Willem Dafoe entered the Criterion Closet, a good time to evoke his excellent scarf on Paul Schrader’s Light Sleeper.
“…There’s nothing to do online anymore except shop and watch videos.”
“The ultimate modern wardrobe from a dissatisfied woman” is a very good phrase from Cathy Horyn’s review of the new Phoebe Philo outing.
A shrine worthy of the holiest of noodles, Ramen Haus is simple but effective. The photos are impeccable and so is the ‘simple’ design; the fact that some elements rotate beyond what seems like the confined image frame is deeply satisfying.
Hours of vase fun. Wait ’till you try it.
This one should exist in other realms besides TikTok. The “I want Fendi” high-pitch particularly hits home.