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Are we allowed to do blind items here?
I heard a crazy rumor last night about a certain national magazine that apparently will rescind their job offer to you if you’ve been interviewing with them and happen to mention you’re also interviewing elsewhere (normal) and/or need 24 hours to think about their offer (also normal), because someone in the top brass has openly decreed that they won’t have their precious little magazine being thought of as a “safety school.” How nasty! Stay safe out there! -D
Did you hear that Choire Sicha is headed to CNN? Going from NYT Styles editor to New York mag newsletter writer (& trouncing all professional newsletterers at their own game) to broadcast news SVP is quite an iconic career trajectory, and all in the last four years. I guess it’s Choire News Network now / but who dares to write “Dinner Party” next…
Each successive headline on this three-part (so far?) “It Happened To Me” series on Jane Pratt’s newsletter is worth the price of subscription alone. It was always Jane’s internet before it was The Cut’s…
It Happened To Me: I Read My Husband's Journal And My Whole World Changed
My Husband And His Side Piece Planned A Romantic Trip To My Sacred Vacation Spot — So I Sabotaged It
Several people broached this instant Haley Nahman classic in IRL convo with me last week; when I finally read it, I was especially hooked by her describing the first feelings of micro-fame as “a sweet little payout care of the attention economy.” Everyone’s talking about celebrity and parasocialism these days, but Haley nails our current equivalence/confusion that “to be special is to belong.” I liked this graf the most:
After I moved to New York and started garnering some attention for my writing, I finally got a partial view from the pedestal: I gained some “fans,” and sometimes they’d recognize me on the street. For a while, the flush of self-esteem this gave me was so comforting I mistook it for the spiritual alignment I sought. I was finally doing what I was “meant” to do. To be recognized, after all, was a way of being affirmed. If there was a difference, I wasn’t clocking it. Yes, yes, my ego was involved, but that almost felt incidental—a sweet little payout care of the attention economy, nothing so dramatic as a corrupting force. That only applied at the scale of real celebrities, not writers for cult fashion blogs.
The Caspar David Friedrich show at The Met is gorgeous and absolutely worth seeing, not just so you can behold Mr. Sublime (“Wanderer Above the Sea Fog”) up close, but also to get a glimpse of the artist’s sepia-washed sketches, which was almost more impressive to me, the way an actual human can understand tones of brown so well. (I liked The Nation’s writeup of the show, but I do feel robbed of the Jackson Arn treatment that could have been. Where has he landed post-New Yorker shame?!?!)
Anyway, if you’re having yourself a little art walk uptown between now and the end of June, I also loved Yu Nishimura’s show at the 69th St. David Zwirner for some figurative paintings that felt so infused with narrative potential that the highest compliment my poisoned brain could come up with was “They look like they could be a cover of the next FSG bestseller.”
Straight from the Saved Videos folder…
“#oilfield” lol
I really hope the top comment I see on this is what shows up as the top comment for you
I have a real thing for anthropomorphism lately
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Choire was at Gawker before any of the mainstream publications
Omg an art critic was *intoxicated* at a *party*. Pass me the smelling salts.