Nicole Brydson

One of my favorite things about the suburbs are the supermarkets. I love the sprawling aisles, the enormous selection, the friendly cashier and, of course, the car that brings all those heavy, super-sized containers home.

Though the suburban life is plentiful in many ways, space is a major one, it is urban dwelling that I and many others have chosen. Notably, in Park Slope. Last week, I was invited for beers in the comfy backyard of a gorgeous brownstone in the Slope and we got to talking about what life is like in Brooklyn's utopian paradise.

My date and I sat drinking Stella Artois with a couple of local husbands on a balcony overlooking a lovely garden.  read more »

"That's Brooklyn Heights over there," said the 47-year-old driver of a Brooklyn-bound double-decker Gray Line tour bus, pointing across the East River. "Wherever there's water, there's money, and I don't mean a puddle on the street."

I had just boarded the at the South Street Seaport, paid my $41 fare, and taken my seat at the front of the top level, prepared to spend two hours Monday viewing my borough through the eyes of a stranger. The driver was warming up the crowd with a rendition of the Drifters' "Under the Boardwalk" while we waited for our actual guide, an older Southern man named Robert, who has lived in New York since 1971.  read more »

"I just thought the whole thing was fabulous – what a great childhood you had!," responded my mom when I asked her why in the world she ever decided to raise her children in Manhattan. In the 1980s. On Eighth Avenue and 53rd Street. "You got to see a side of the world other kids don't."

I can't argue with that, nor am I disappointed with my parents' decision.

They moved to the West Side from the East 50s in 1974, a decision my mom remembers as inconceivable for most people in her middle-class demographic at the time. My parents were given financial incentives to move west, and took them, settling in a cramped, but new three-bedroom apartment where they remained until financial incentives were offered to get them out of their rent-stabilized apartment just a few years ago.  read more »

"Atlantic City is the new Williamsburg," former Siberia bar owner and sometimes Fox contributor Tracy Westmoreland told me as the wind whipped through his long goatee at a rest stop somewhere in New Jersey.

He might not be wrong.

While Williamsburg has spent the last decade getting a face lift, Atlantic City did the same, with developers putting up towers on the waterfront. While Brooklyn got luxurious condos, Atlantic City got luxurious hotels: the Chelsea, the Borgata, the Water Club and, tallest of them all, Harrah's. Crime and drugs are still busy in both, but hidden a few blocks in from the unsuspecting eye, and developers are falling over themselves to draw the young and the hip to the waterfront in both locations.  read more »

"The lifestyle is so different in Texas," my friend Rhett said to me recently, citing cart space concerns at his local supermarket in South Slope. "Here it's like you bump into each other and nobody acknowledges it."

It got me thinking about what a different, more spacious lifestyle would be like. Do we really need more space?

Last weekend, I visited my friend Dave's childhood home in New Jersey for a pool party, because - yay! - they have those in the suburbs. (Though they're increasingly common in the city, I suppose, as my friend Jenna moved into a building with a pool recently.  read more »

On a recent warm summer evening, two young professional couples sat idly chatting before a performance of Hamlet at Central Park's Delacorte Theater.

"Have you been to the new Ikea in Red Hook?" one of the young men asked his companions, receiving a chorus of "no, not yet!" in response.

On came a list of household items wanted, but not necessarily needed. "I was a bit worried about getting everything home on the ferry," one young lady said.

"I can help you," said her male companion.

With the opening of Ikea Brooklyn on June 18, no longer is a trip to Elizabeth, N.  read more »

There he was standing in front of me giggling, arms outstretched, and totally naked. He was bald and wrinkled, like the dancing old man from those Six Flags commercials, but he was just over a foot tall and, from his mostly toothless smile, drooled a bit. His mom scooped him up and got him dressed.

I recently joined a south Brooklyn YMCA and this locker room scene isn't so unusual.

Brooklyn moms and their offspring have been enjoying the Y for a century and a half, but never has parenthood taken so many blows to its reputation.  read more »

"Have you been to Dumbo yet?" my mother asked me over the phone last week.

I certainly had, and was eager to show her around, so we made plans to spend Sunday afternoon perusing the sights down underneath the Manhattan Bridge overpass and in nearby Fort Greene. "I guess I have to get to know Brooklyn," she sighed, her surrender flag finally raised.

Mom is new to Brooklyn. She has been a Manhattanite for close to four decades, and while both of her kids have lived in Brooklyn for the past four years, she rarely comes out to experience the borough. Lately though, she's shown far more interest.

She picked me up early Sunday afternoon and we drove over to Dumbo.  read more »

"I'm in this business for 40 years," said Joe Chirico, standing in front of Marco Polo Ristorante, the restaurant he owns on Court Street in Carroll Gardens. "I started with Joe's Luncheonette two doors away--after so many years of being in fast food, I decided I needed to open a good restaurant."

Last week, Mr. Chirico was celebrating the 25th anniversary of his Italian restaurant with family and longtime friends and customers, including Borough President Marty Markowitz. When the restaurant opened, Mr. Chirico said of the neighborhood, "It was mostly Italian, but now it's changed for the better. We're getting more young people coming from everywhere, especially from Manhattan. This neighborhood is special, it became a very, very happening neighborhood for professional people; everybody likes to live in Carroll Gardens."

And now a new generation of entrepreneurs are following in Mr. Chirico's footsteps all over the borough, and that is especially true in Prospect Heights.  read more »

I finally got a bike. It's a vintage Fuji, and it belonged to my dad. I took it out for a spin through Prospect Park over Memorial Day weekend. I zoomed around the park, stopping to enjoy the lake for a bit, and again to listen to a drum circle where a large group of people were dancing. I sat on my bike, one foot on the curb, and took in the scene.

A baby-faced police officer around my age approached me and tapped me on the shoulder. I was in the road, and though there were no cars or any threat of danger, he told me to move. I ignored him for a minute before using the Lord's name in vain and peddling off.

Don't get me wrong – I'm well aware that we need police officers. They risk their lives to respond to the ills of society; and they do it for not very much money. That officer was probably still making the NYPD's starting salary, a meager $25,000 per year.

The whole experience happened in just a few minutes, but it got me thinking about my time as a community liaison for a state senator in Brooklyn.  read more »

“I was born in the South Slope on 11th Street off Sixth Avenue,” said Matthew Roff, 33, owner of the new Crown Heights beer garden Franklin Park. “Bar Toto was my bodega.”

Someday someone might say the same about the renovated garage that is now Franklin Park. The hip bar – which opened a few weeks ago at the end of the partially unsavory block on St. John's Place between Classon and Franklin – is simple and inviting. Closer to Franklin Avenue, the area probably looks and feels a lot like Park Slope must have when Mr. Roff was growing up.

The first time friends and I went to the beer garden it was Saturday afternoon. We walked down St. John's Place to Franklin. The four of us looked around — there was no bar in sight. We back tracked up the rowhouse-lined block to find a driveway peppered with outdoor seating. Beyond that, a garage door was raised to reveal a wood-and-tile bar. The indoor seating was full of young professional types. Outside, clouds hovered menacingly.  read more »

On a recent Saturday night, I did a little experiment: I broke the rules of youthful social engagement and went to a bar by myself. I sat in the dimly lit courtyard behind Union Pool in Williamsburg. I made myself available, quietly sipping a pint of Blue Moon.

By 11, small groups had perched themselves all around me on wooden benches chatting about their lives, jobs and families. A group of three pretty ladies gossiped vehemently about their film industry jobs. I sat nearby in my frilly dress eavesdropping. After an hour of enjoying the warm weather, and having not made any new acquaintances, I made my way to sit at the bar. Again, no luck. Rarely are Brooklyn's local watering holes a place to meet new people these days. The age-old complaint of post-college social isolation was now fresh in my mind.

While advising me about my love life, my mother always likes to tell stories about her youthful evenings spent at her local singles bar. The rules of engagement are much different now. It's been a long time since there were social mores about which gender approaches the other, pays for dates or makes the first move on a first date. A cursory glance at Craigslist's missed connections section proves that many 25- to 35-year-olds, especially recent transplants, don't necessarily have the stones to introduce themselves in person.  read more »

I was on my way to work recently when I noticed Park Place in Prospect Heights totally shut down to cars. Only one remained: a purple mini cooper on the block between Flatbush and Vanderbilt. A tow truck scooped it up and made way for huge trucks to rip up the pavement. For a few weeks, it was difficult to cross the street. Small pebbles would wedge themselves into the soles of my shoes. Wind kicked up dust on Vanderbilt. I held my breath.

A lot of people have been holding their breath in Prospect Heights and Crown Heights lately, waiting for the potential onslaught of new residents.  read more »

What do Jasper Johns, Cindy Sherman, Annie Leibovitz and Keith Haring all have in common? Each artist has work up for sale at the 4th Annual Brooklyn Academy of Music (BAM to us locals) Silent Auction.

BAM certainly plays an integral part in the Brooklyn art scene, and the auction, which raises money for BAM's various programs, raked in $237,500 last year. Artists from all over the borough have work for sale—which you can bid on on BAM's Web site—many from Williamsburg, Fort Greene and Prospect Heights. Bidding is open until April 13, when the closing reception will bring in the final bids.

Brooklyn has certainly always nurtured creative talent—nothing new there. The borough has increasingly become home to prominent names in the fine-arts community. While an afternoon spent in Manhattan's great museums or in Chelsea's galleries is certainly invigorating, poking around unconventional spaces that have sprung up all over Brooklyn can turn into quite the adventure. Brooklyn is an urban jungle peppered with art, inside and outside of the spaces that facilitate creativity.  read more »

It seems like every time you turn the corner these days you run into yet another new bar. This is especially true in the gentrified neighborhoods of Brooklyn and very much so in Prospect Heights. Time Out New York recently ran a page-long charticle on the heavy bar presence on Vanderbilt Avenue, the go-to strip for ProHo nightlife.

The eight-block avenue boasts restaurants, cafes and boutiques for moms and dads puttering around with their stroller-strapped kids during the day and by night there are no less than four drinking establishments and one on the verge of receiving its liquor license. Recently, my friends Adam and Dave joined me in hitting a few of my local spots, including the brand-new Weather Up and the six-year-old Soda.  read more »

It isn't often that New Yorkers get an intimate peek behind their neighbors' closed doors. Even more unusual is a peek inside the intimate life of our state's chief executive. But I digress.

As a child growing up in a 25-story filing cabinet for families and young professionals on West 53rd Street, I lived in apartment 10E. When trick-or-treating or selling my annual Christmas raffle tickets for school, I would get an intimate window into how my neighbors lived. We all have our domains, and regardless of how small they might be, they are ours. But what are we all doing behind those doors?

On March 5, the Center for an Urban Future and the Brooklyn Economic Development Corporation hosted a forum on the population boom within Brooklyn’s "creative crescent." The number of creative freelancers--artists, writers, designers, architects, performance artists, musicians, graphic designers and others--increased 33.2 percent from 2002 through 2005; now, roughly 28 percent of the city's creative freelancers live and work in the borough. The Brooklyn home is often more than just a place to lay our heads – it can often act as the genesis for our creative and professional lives.  read more »

If you live in Brooklyn, or any outer-borough really, I'm sure you've seen it before: the requisite post-work grocery bag getting lugged home on the train. Often it's the ubiquitous Whole Foods and Trader Joe bags bouncing along the platform awaiting voyages across the East River.

Recently, the City Council passed a bill – despite intense lobbying against it by food retailers – to issue street vending permits for vegetable stands in the city's poorer neighborhoods. It's clear to anyone living in the areas included in the measure – like my neighbors in Bushwick and Bedford-Stuyvesant – that fresh, decent produce is not as readily available as it is in much of Manhattan. Cue that long trip home from Whole Foods.  read more »

As a teenager I spent a fair amount of time traversing New York City's urban terrain in search of live music. I was partial to punk. I spent a lot of time at Saturday punk matinees at ABC No Rio and the Dumbo art collective DUMBA. At 16, I marched down to the DMV to get a resident ID to prove to CBGB's Hilly Kristal that I was old enough to shove people to an orchestra of power chords.

I remember the devastation of Giuliani's ruling against dancing in bars and the death knell of advancing gentrification, the demise of the places I used to frequent (except for ABC No Rio, which managed to buy its squatted building from the city in the late 90's and is now planning a serious renovation). In a recent article for The Observer, Chris Shott described the debilitating regulatory environment that many music venues contend with now.  read more »

>> The National, Feb. 22-23, Brooklyn Academy of Music (sold out)

"No way! A 2,500 seat theater!" said The National’s Bryce Dessner, sounding more like one his band’s teenage fans than a well-traveled 34-year-old guitarist. He was calling from Ditmas Park—a few neighborhoods south of the Brooklyn Academy of Music where his brooding hometown band will take the stage for two sold-out nights tonight and tomorrow night. "It's just not something we would have considered."  read more »

Though I spent three years living in Greenpoint, I often found myself shunning the local nightlife—aside from a few restaurants and my local watering hole the Pencil Factory—for cozy nights in on my quiet residential street. Especially during this time of year. But despite no longer residing there, I've recently found myself traveling north to Williamsburg and Greenpoint for a night out more often and apparently, I'm not alone!

On a recent Thursday, I headed to the Music Hall of Williamsburg to catch a few bands play. On my walk toward the venue, which stands just short of the East River, I bypassed the Thai restaurant Sea, now North 6th Street's bridge-and-tunnel capital. Patrons were falling out of the doors, the line for a table immense, while a DJ boomed hip hop to a crowd donning their Sunday (or Thursday) best. Similarly, up the street, Planet Thai was packed to the brim with people seeking a lounge, restaurant and bar feel all in one.  read more »

One of the major differences, generally speaking, between Manhattan and Brooklyn is the proximity you have to your neighbor. In Manhattan, residents may feel piled on top of each other in shoeboxes or filing cabinets, depending on your metaphor preference, but rarely will they ever get to know one another. In Brooklyn, residents tend to have more space and fewer neighbors, yet the proximity seems closer.

Brooklynites exist closer to the urban frontier.  read more »

When trance-rock duo MGMT—pronounced management—make their last stops before their European tour promoting their debut full-length album, Oracular Spectacular, to play the Bowery Ballroom on Feb. 13th and the Music Hall of Williamsburg on Feb. 14th, it will put the finishing touch on an unlikely success story.

“It's kind of weird,” said Ben Goldwasser, 25, who met the other half of MGMT, Andrew Van Wyngarden, 24, during their Freshman year at Wesleyan. Almost straight out of college, they signed a deal with Columbia Records in late 2006 based on only the six-song EP, “Time to Pretend.” “We all felt guilty that there’s so many bands and so many friends of ours that are working so hard to get noticed by a label and make it, or whatever. We definitely were not trying at all. We were just kind of doing our own thing.”  read more »

"Actually sitting and watching—it's so exciting," said former model and Lipstick Jungle star Brooke Shields, 44, seated next to co-star Kim Raver in the front row of the J Mendel show at the Plaza Hotel on Tuesday.

"I never did runway," Ms. Shields continued.  "I would be the one waiting in the hotel, they would take the clothes off [the runway! Not her bod!] and I would take pictures for Vogue or whatever the magazine was.  So actually ... I never made this circuit before at all."  read more »

Becki Newton, the 29-year-old actress who stars as Amanda, the sharp-tongued receptionist in ABC's Ugly Betty, was poking around backstage after Monique Lhuillier showed her fall collection on Tuesday in Bryant Park.

"All of the girls sitting in the front row are going to have a fight over those dresses," she said, "because they are all amazing and flattering and beautiful."  read more »

Apparently it's quite controversial to discuss the experience of living in Brooklyn when it comes to the topic of race. A few weeks back, I dared to talk about it and received a lot of flack. But in my hood, Prospect Heights, and anywhere really, race, class and gentrification are heavy topics, and I'm not going to shy away from them.

After graduating college, I spent close to two years working in central Brooklyn politics, commuting south every morning from my apartment in Greenpoint to a state senator's office on Flatbush Avenue near Lincoln Place. I worked with families whose homes were in disrepair, mediating fights with landlords over HPD cases; and with community groups, landlords and community affairs police officers over drug-related crime. All the work merely put band-aids on a broken system. I often returned home in utter shock. Perhaps you've seen The Wire.  read more »

“I'm a very lucky man, I get to sit with Tyra quite regularly,” British photographer and America’s Next Top Model judge Nigel Barker told the Transom, referring to divalicious ANTM hostess Tyra Banks, after Betsey Johnson celebrated 30 years in fashion at Bryant Park on Monday. “That's another thing that puts a smile on my face.”

The first thing to put a smile on Mr. Barker's face was Ms. Johnson’s beat-chick-inspired presentation, followed by a retrospective of her years in the industry.  read more »

"I kind of don’t really like having fashion shows—they’re really complicated and time-consuming," said Wendy Mullin, designer of the line Built By Wendy, at the Werkette Gallery on Great Jones Street where she presented her Nordic-inspired fall line on Sunday, Feb. 3. Instead of the traditional runway, she opted to "do a photo shoot and project the images."  read more »

Though the L.A.-based designer of Rock & Republic, Michael Ball, has expressed disdain for the Bryant Park tents in the past, he had no problem showing there on Saturday, Feb. 2.  read more »

Lacoste’s famous crocodile logo was conspicuously absent from the label’s party at the Bowery Hotel on Saturday, Feb. 2, though the show that morning, held in the tents at Bryant Park, was full of preppy duds: brightly colored patterns and white V-neck sweaters. J’ai adoré the cute gray trench!

Young guests working the surfer-skater-thug look that has become standard in this part of the city bounced from open bar to open bar, playing pool and lounging on couches while D.J. Stretch Armstrong “spun” the new M.I.A. record.  read more »

At the Yigal Azrouel show at Eyebeam West 21st Street at noon on Friday, Feb. 1, pouty male models went down the runway wearing mustard-striped cotton sweats tucked into military-style boots, thermal shirts and cardigan sweaters; brown cords and K-Swiss sneakers; wrinkled blazers and loose-fitting jeans were paired with Paddington coats and oversized merino wool sweaters.

“This is what I wear,” Mr. Azrouel said. “I kind of like it, you aren't trying very hard and you're warm and cozy.”  read more »

THE PERFECT SCENT: A YEAR INSIDE THE PERFUME INDUSTRY IN PARIS AND NEW YORK
By Chandler Burr
Henry Holt, 306 pages, $25

“The idea that you like something can lead to the idea that you know something about it,” Sarah Jessica Parker told Chandler Burr, author of The Perfect Scent. “Which is, of course, not necessarily the case.” Luckily for Ms. Parker, a crack team at Coty, the $3 billion perfume conglomerate, helped her create Lovely, the Sex and the City star’s first signature fragrance.

Mr. Burr, the scent critic for T: The New York Times Style Magazine, juxtaposes the development and launch of Lovely with the restructuring and marketing efforts of the perfume division of the luxury brand Hermès. Written mostly for beauty industry insiders who’ll easily recognize the cast of characters, Mr. Burr’s book showcases his brilliance as a writer, though his voice is often buried by a too-generous supply of detail.  read more »

It's easy to feel helpless and vulnerable during your apartment search, tired of hoofing it from place to place, and being let down almost every time. On top of that, I was skeptical of my realtor, Angel, a 50-ish Asian woman who drives a Jaguar, when she first showed me the apartment I inevitably took.

Not unlike a character out of a real estate cartoon, Angel met me in front of a building she owns just down the street from the apartment she was renting me. She made it immediately clear how much of an over-sharer she is. “I rent my two-bedroom apartments for $2,000! You will get a good deal here!,” she squealed, before double-speaking. “I represent YOU! This is not my building, I work for the landlord!”

It was hard to know what was true and what was her poor attempt at salesmanship, or, even worse, if she was being dishonest. But, after seeing a few other places, I went ahead with it anyway. I needed a place, and my roommate, Will, had a strict deadline to get out of his place that was approaching in a matter of days. Angel was the only realtor showing us a decent amount of space at a reasonable price.  read more »

To the long list of oxymoronic garments produced by our novelty-desperate fashion complex—corduroy culottes! Uggs in Malibu!—now add sleeveless coats. “They look great!” enthused Kasia Steńczyk, 27, a special-events intern at the Brooklyn Academy of Music who owns a whopping ten of ’em. “I just make sure I have a long-sleeved shirt under, or very long gloves. You can have a lot of long cute and diverse gloves with that type of coat.”

What’s the latest thing in fashion these days? Buying stuff that requires you to buy … more stuff. Think iPod accessories, those little clip-on gew-gaws now available for Hermes Birkins, and these baffling arm-exposing coats that appeared on the Marc Jacobs fall ’06 runway and have been spotted everywhere from high-end stores like Opening Ceremony and Miss Sixty to Forever 21, H&M and Club Monaco. “This silhouette is extremely versatile,” said Wichy Hassan, co-founder and creative director of the Sixty Group. “Wear it open for a stylishly casual look on warmer days or zip it up when the temperature drops!”  read more »

On a recent chilly night, I was bundled up and on my way to Boerum Hill to have dinner at a friend's apartment. As I walked down Washington Avenue the B45 bus pulled up next to me, and I hesitated. “Which would be faster, the train or the bus?” I thought. Before I could make a decision, the bus doors had shuttered. Luckily, the light at Atlantic and Washington was still red and I approached the bus and knocked on the door. The driver, a middle-aged African-American man, refused to open the door, gesturing to the next stop, three street crossings away, even though his bus was still idling perfectly in front of a designated stop. It was 15 degrees outside and I'll admit it, I felt like the driver was sticking it to me for being white.  read more »

“Maybe you're born with it, maybe it's Maybelline; in my case, it's Maybelline!" fashion muse Andre J told the crowd at Ford Models’ “Supermodel of the World” contest, at Terminal 5 on Eleventh Avenue in midtown on Wed., Jan. 16.

Andre, playing emcee for the night, was just about to announce the winners of the year-long contest that brought young women from all over the world to New York to compete for contracts of up to $250,000 with the venerable 62-year-old agency.

Founders Jerry and Eileen Ford sat prominently in the first row, and at the other end of the runway, was All My Children star Level Rambin holding hands with former cast-mate Aiden Turner.  read more »

As I briefly mentioned last week, amenities and good location are hard to come by, especially at the same time and at a decent price. While looking at an apartment three (very long) blocks off the Dekalb L stop, I noticed little signs of revival in the outstretches of Bushwick—the facade of a tenement building repaired, construction workers milling about in paint-splattered overalls with ladders. A sign that the tidal wave of Williamsburgian revival will soon fall upon it. However, thus far, it hasn't.

The apartment cost $1,600 a month, though the realtor—a kind Hasidic man who immediately explained his inability to shake my hand before offering his to my boyfriend—offered it for $1,550 when I winced at the price. Workers were coming and going over paper that had been set down on the floor to protect newly stained wood floors. Though it was on the first floor, everything was brand-new: kitchen cabinets, walls, moldings, doors, bathroom fixtures. It was clear that the landlord had put money into the place, but I could not justify spending even the discounted $750 per month on a (beautiful) room in Bushwick that I did not feel safe in.  read more »

Editor's Note: The Real Estate presents Brooklyn, The Borough, a weekly column by Observer staffer and native Manhattanite Nicole Brydson about her return to Brooklyn after nearly a year in Hell's Kitchen.

For three years I lived in Greenpoint, the northern Polish colony of Brooklyn. Though I wasn't part of the first wave of gentrification, the wheels of which were long turning--fast--my indigenous neighbors didn't necessarily seem thrilled with the influx of youthful college graduates. But, over the time I spent living there, the process completed itself. Greenpoint, close to Williamsburg and now home to hip bars, natural markets, galleries, brunch spots, fashion-forward boutiques and even a book store, became the convenient and affordable choix de la jeunesse.  read more »

This newspaper has long chastised the consumers of these blocky and unattractive winter boots known as Uggs, especially egregious in the warmer season, but an even more appalling fashion violation has sufaced: the Ugg/moccasin mutation.

You've seen it before: thick, outrageously colored sheepskin boots, perhaps adorned with suede tassels, beads, and pinched stitching--topped off with pom-poms dangling from laces that serve little purpose. They'll keep you warm while simultaneously allowing fellow pedestrians to know you might be a bit trashy, foreign, or very clearly from out of town!

Doll them up with a frilly dress and instant hippy chic—all the rage in L.A. these past few years—is attained. Dress them down with a pair of stonewashed jeans and…you aren't from here. You can’t be.

The Observer sought answers to why women would adorn themselves with these clodhoppers, found most often in tourist clusters like Times Square, Canal Street and the de facto shoe mall that is West 8th Street.  read more »

I'm just going to come out and admit it: I usually go to Starbucks every day. In the wintertime, I enjoy a venti drip with soymilk and a shot of classic sweetener ($2.28), and my favorite barista, Shannon (though I frequent a few different locations) knows to get it ready when she sees me coming.

The current conventional wisdom is that Starbucks is homogenized, corporate and uninviting; people love to yap about their favorite boutique coffee place.  read more »

“I enjoy parties, as you might know,” photographer Patrick McMullan told the Transom on Monday, Dec. 3, at the Valentino boutique on Madison Avenue, where the socialite Muffie Potter Aston was hosting the third—yes, third—fete for his new book Glamour Girls (Harry N. Abrams, $75). “There’s hip-hop glamour girls, society glamour girls, the grand dames, there’s young girls,” he said.  read more »

Hey, fellas! Throw away those tattered messenger bags you bought during your college years, because briefcases are back in a big way.

“I wanted to look professional but not too professional, and hated the idea of carrying a briefcase around like my Dad's boxy, old-fashioned cordovan leather one he probably got before I was even born,” said my pal Dave, 25, a curator in Brooklyn.  read more »

“I love the idea of taking our old war relics here in America and turning them into something useful, like theaters and artistic environments,” said the actor Euan Morton, who most notably played the role of Boy George in the hit Broadway show Taboo.

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“I can eat a little bit more after this whole week!” said socialite Tinsley Mortimer at the Luca Luca show in Bryant Park on Monday, Sept. 10. A Japanese film crew was following her every move as she explained how designers send over outfits for her to wear, to “support” their lines.

Like many bright young things of the new millennium, Ms.  read more »

Designer Catherine Maladrino had a big week: she showed her spring collection at the Chelsea Art Museum and made her latest TV appearance on the premiere of Tim Gunn's new Bravo show, Tim Gunn's Guide to Style—think Queer Eye For the Straight Gal.

"It’s really about not changing anyone but really helping identify—finding their fashion soul," Mr. Gunn told the Transom at a huge Soho Grand bash thrown in his honor. "Because these women have self-declared, it’s not an intervention—we know that they know that there’s something in them that they want to grow and expand on."

Ms. Malandrino declared herself pleased with the transformation of initial guinea pig Rebecca. "She found a whole new personality through clothes, being herself and having more strength and more confidence,” she said in her sexy French accent.” I think it shows that clothes are important for a woman they can really help to express yourself."

Ms. Malandrino expressed herself on the runway on Saturday, Sept. 8, drawing sing