Carrie Bradshaw—every millennial’s beloved New York stalagmite—is reaching new audiences this month, now that Sex and the City has Manolo-clacked its way onto Netflix. (I feel like Lenny Kravitz saw …
I’m sitting at my desk, watching footage of two people throwing soup at the Mona Lisa, and I don’t really know how to feel. On Sunday at the Louvre, environmental protesters …
Hello, hungry, how is this incredibly un-jolly month treating you? January is always inexorably attached to the idea of rebalancing, of equilibrium-ing our disparate parts, of reconnecting our connective tissues. …
Dead relly, dead relly, dead relly. As we jingle all the way back from the holiday season, the embers of Saltburn—Emerald Fennell’s hysterically bleak tale of money, class, and (spoiler …
The rapscallion that was 2023 is finally coming to an end, a sage reminder that time marches forward no matter what miracle serums we’re currently face-slathering. Before we new year, new …
Keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth! In the weeks leading up to (and days following) the release of her heal-all memoir, Worthy, we’ve learned much about Jada …
I first spotted my husband Richard (or Dick, or Dickie) on the night bus, on another night of shuttling across London on public transport for a party. It is incredible …