Monthly Archives: January 2005

That dark mass up ahead looks like February. I hate when that happens. Continue reading →

When bad movies happen to good people who knew they were going to bad movies but thought it would be fun anyway. Continue reading →

Le Figaro, that gray lady of French bien pensant journalism, is having fun with Jean-Paul Gaultier and his collection haute couture printemps-été 2005. At least I hope they’re having fun. Check out especially numbers 6, 8, 11, 20, and 21. … Continue reading →

If the Inuit have 200 words for snow — and they don’t really, but more on that later — we New Yorkers need only one. It’s not meant for polite conversation. Continue reading →

In the best of all possible worlds, planning a trip abroad should involve having a look at the weather forecast from local sources, shouldn’t it? When it comes to Paris (France, not Hilton; abroad in one word) however, more is … Continue reading →

After a balmy December and a few slashes of chill in early January, we’ve got winter at last. It’s down around zero in the wind, which has been the rule rather than the exception this week, and snow should be … Continue reading →

Girl v. Burger in 2 hours 54 minutes of gruesome edibility. Continue reading →

In which the frost is on the rose, and New York rises to the chill occasion and pisses and moans thereat. Cold enough for you? Continue reading →

Today, I did my laundry the Guy Way: I went to K-Mart and bought trousers (2), socks (12 pairs), and underpants (10). It feels good!

Outside the mist is dense and freakish, sound slushing in strange waves over wet tidal streets. Inside, the damn phone doesn’t work. Again. Continue reading →