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 know Fashion Week is over (and came and went without much event) but I have to say, I revisited the BCBG show today and wow, Max Azria. What an adorable, wearable, whimsical crop of dresses—the line has really evolved from mall wear into its real bon chic, bon genre roots. If nothing else, I’m sure long belts will be tied this way by everyone within the year.
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