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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I cast the men in this photo shoot for New York a couple years ago (sort of a random thing) and got the chance to meet Ari Versluis, a dutch photographer who makes “Exactitudes,” portraits of roving bands of people rather than individuals.
His process is the most interesting: his subjects are instructed how to dress and what to bring, and must all stand in the same pose, one after another, like moving through a deli line. I still really admire his work, and he has made a ton of these.
