Really liking Kevin DeMaria’s shots of the last day of Gourmet magazine—it’s necessary to collect artifacts from print media’s steady implosion.
Writer/editor. New Mexican tumbleweed blown east to skyscraper country.
Right now, I am working on a book about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sheilah Graham, and Hollywood in the 1930s. It will also contain a lot of drinking, powder blue suits, dances at the Cocoanut Grove, betrayal, gossip columns, crazy ladies, secret Jews, film lot moguls, and Dorothy Parker quips at funerals. If the world is still around then, it should be out from Random House around 2014. So let's hope the Mayans were wrong.
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Really liking Kevin DeMaria’s shots of the last day of Gourmet magazine—it’s necessary to collect artifacts from print media’s steady implosion.
Love the errant cowboy boot poking out of a brown paper bag near a crate of unopened wine bottles. So sad.
Wow, these are great. There are tons of things more sad than an empty office, but these are particularly poignant,...
oh man. same furniture and everything that I once had in my office. You can take
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