This year, ditch the film canister, the baggy, and the recycled spice jar for a pretty little weed box from Jonathan Adler. Santa would want you to be stylishly stoned. Mary Jane Jar.
"At the center of the criticism is the chief articulator of Bush's imperial presidency," we wrote in 1992, "the man who wrote the legal rationale for the Gulf War, the Panama invasion, and the officially sanctioned kidnapping of foreign nationals abroad"
He came to New York and got Charles Saatchi to sell some paintings. He wooed Leo Castelli and is getting awfully friendly with his artists. He has a "past," a future, and a slick wardrobe. He's Larry Gagosian, the man the art world loves to hate.
"George Steinbrenner, the Yankees' principal owner, has said repeatedly that the team is not for sale. But the beauty of eminent domain is that for once the Boss' feelings don't matter."
Once there was a muddah tongue. But today, the city's dialects have become almost as stratified as the city's populations. Charles Siebert describes the slow death of the New York accent.