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10/31/11 3:31pm

Sometimes it’s hard to tell, isn’t it? [Alternate headline: Costumes That You Could Pull Off Very Easily.]

An actual Canadian lumberjack:


A 19th-century Swedish sea captain:


A 1970s NYC socialite/hooker:

Edwige Belmore, Maripol and Bianca Jagger at Studio 54 in 1978. (Photo by Edo Bertoglio)

  • Edwige Belmore, Maripol and Bianca Jagger at Studio 54 in 1978. (Photo by Edo Bertoglio, via)

Young Stalin (pre-butchery!):

Wow. (via)

Bailey Quarters from WKRP in Cincinnati:


  • Again: wow. (via)

Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo:

Velma Dinkley: surprisingly unsafe for work Google Image search querry. (via)

  • “Velma Dinkley”: surprisingly unsafe for work Google Image search query. (via)
09/28/11 4:00am

First-person accounts of drunken misbehavior are often as tedious as they are self-aggrandizing—it’s like actually being stuck beside a drunk on an airplane, or at a literary trivia event. This latter predicament recently befell the members of Ben Greenman’s team at the PEN Literary Pub Quiz at St. Ann’s Warehouse, part of this year’s Brooklyn Book Festival. Specifically, Mr. Greenman (who is, one should note, not unfamiliar with this kind of thing, within the literary circles he frequents), Ms. Sarah Fan, an editor at The New Press, and Professor Molly Murray, a 17th-century lit specialist from Columbia. I was the fourth member of the team, its weak link, and its drunk.

You see, that very afternoon—as sometimes happens at extended intern orientation lunches (they make me nervous)—I’d consumed a few more pistachio martinis than I might otherwise do while at work. And although my reportorial eye is rarely affected by increased blood-alcohol levels, my decorum sometimes is. (Also, I’m fairly certain I saw Thomas Pynchon passing notes to a shirtless Tom Wolfe at table six, but I digress.)

And so this is where I must highjack a brief account of the event and offer an open letter of apology to, in no particular order, the teams from Cabinet and Harper‘s, the host, Katie Halper, Ms. Fan and Ms. Murray, Andy Hunter of Electric Literature (to whom I threatened physical violence), my wife and son (who came to “collect” me), and to a lesser extent, Mr. Greenman, who told me the day after that he’d actually enjoyed something I yelled out about Gerard Depardieu, an eructation of which I have no memory. Also, I might add, it was my fifth wedding anniversary—poor decision-making all around.

The event itself, which I am told was a pleasant, collegial evening, was ably hosted by the aforementioned Halper, who handled my incoherent heckling with aplomb (if I recall), and at one point threatened to douse me in Gatorade. Also represented among the contestants were Gigantic Magazine and the former dating/sex/parenting columnist Amy Sohn.

The only answer I remember “giving” to my team was “Ulysses,” to a question about February 2nd, 1922 (of course I was not the only one to suggest this). Though I’d like to take some credit for distracting the other teams with my loud and boorish behavior, it is probably despite my best efforts that Team Ben Greenman ended up winning the event.

In summation, binge drinking makes winners of us all.

09/26/11 1:19pm


In the spirit of reflection and atonement—tis the season, after all—a few select writers and performers will recount some of their biggest regrets of the year tomorrow night, live, onstage, for your amusement. The likes of Starlee Kine, Ben Greenman, A.J. Jacobs—and yours truly—have been invited to read at “With Regrets,” an evening of confessional storytelling hosted by Jessica Chaffin and Jessi Klein, under the broader auspices of 10Q, Greenman’s online high holiday interrogatory machine (just click on that link).

You should come to this because I’ll probably break down and cry. (Also, do the organizers think I’m Jewish because of my name? Sadly, I am not. Please don’t uninvite me!)

Drom, 85 Avenue A.
Doors 7pm; show 8pm. $7 advance or $10 door. For reservations, call 212-777-1157.

09/13/11 4:19pm


We had the pleasure of interviewing Brooklyn hipster-hop phenomenon Theophilus London for our sister publication Brooklyn Magazine—he was smart and funny and he danced with our art director, Crystal Gwyn (somewhere there is video). Anyway, you should go read his great interview here

In the meantime, he’ll be releasing his very own shoe tonight (7pm, 128 Prince St.), in Soho, at the Cole Haan store, called the Theophilus Blue Suede Buck (which comes with a Theophilus 10″, a cover of Nat King Cole’s “Calypso Blues”). T.L. will also be DJ’ing! So that should be fun. SHOES!

07/01/11 2:33pm


Dear designer-type person: we’re inviting you to submit an L Magazine cover design for our annual “Best of Brooklyn” issue—should you entry win, your design will be on the cover of over 100,000 magazines distributed all over New York City. Also, you’ll win some money.

The Guidelines:
—the words “Best of Brooklyn” must appear somewhere
—you should probably be fond of Brooklyn
—the size: 5.25 inches by 8.375 inches
—the file: a pdf at 300dpi, please
—send your submission to by Friday, July 22nd

06/23/11 9:27am

In honor of the “official” start of summer yesterday, I thought I’d pour some cold water on our irrationally exuberant expectations of THE BEST SUMMER EVER. Because seriously, there have been a lot of shitty summers in the history of this city.

05/11/11 4:00am

Did you know that it’s against the law to “employ” people and not pay them? In other words, most of the unpaid internships in New York City (some of which went into the production of this very magazine) are illegal. So, as it turns out, are most of the unpaid internships in this country, which, as Ross Perlin discovered in researching his new book, Intern Nation, runs almost entirely on intern power. So, with the summer intern season fast approaching, we asked Mr. Perlin how it came to this, and what’s to be done about the vast and nefarious intern black market.

So, not to be too self-obsessed, but here in New York the intern economy is largely synonymous with the media industry (I’m looking at three of them right now). But you’re telling us that virtually every sector of American industry has come to rely on an intern underclass—how deep does this go?

Very, very deep. At this point, interns are embedded in pretty much every white-collar field, in organizations of all shapes and sizes, for-profit and non-profit and public sector alike. And it’s going global too. There’s huge variation in how different industries handle internships and to what extent they rely on interns for actual work, but the media world is definitely one place that’s seriously caught up in the internship fever. When you reach the point in an industry where interns are displacing regular workers, and where working unpaid has become a crucial prerequisite for getting any kind of entry-level job, it’s definitely a sign that things are out of control.

You mention that outside the “glamor” industries (finance, entertainment, and the arts) most unpaid internships are held by low- and middle-income people. So what sectors are the worst offenders?

That’s right, the interning masses, perhaps surprisingly to some people, are not all wealthy kids, although those at the bottom of the social scale and those not at four-year colleges are pretty rare. Most interns are struggling to get through what they hope will be a very temporary period. The glamor industries see so much demand to break in, and are so confident that people will do whatever it takes, that they’re really pushing the envelope and demanding more and more of young people. Many of the worst stories of intern abuse tend to come from film and fashion. Publishing, the arts, and some parts of the non-profit world are pretty bad in terms of hiring interns on the basis of connections, keeping out people from lower-income backgrounds. Sometimes niche fields are among the worst: game-design internships, for example, are among the least likely to pay, just 11 percent according to one study.

I was shocked by the degree to which Washington is run by interns. How much power do these kids have, and what would happen to the country if they all just left?

Interns in D.C. run the gamut from completely powerless, idle kids spending a few weeks in some senator’s office to people doing very substantial and important work on energy policy, pending legislation, foreign affairs and the like, literally drafting official documents and shaping policies. It was during the federal government shutdown of 1995 that White House interns began to fill vital roles during a brief, intense period, when regular staff members had to go home—in some sense, that’s what led to the whole Lewinsky-Clinton affair, because ordinarily an intern and a president would not have been working in such close quarters. 
If all interns disappeared tomorrow, things would definitely grow quite a bit quieter in Washington and in various state and city governments across the country. Lots of politicians, agencies, committees, think tanks, lobbyists, etc. would have to consider either making some actual hires or scaling back what they do. A whole patronage mill would grind to a halt. Starting a career in politics and public administration would depend more on principles of merit and fairness and less on someone’s ability to work unpaid.