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Al Pimsler: A Man’s Men’s Illustrator

by 01/20/2015
Neighborhood: Uncategorized

The class was Fashion Drawing. Waiting for us behind the partition was a model, often male. Waiting in front was our instructor.

Appearances

by 12/12/2011
Neighborhood: Upper West Side

Sharon Silver learns why her mother always said to look your best before you leave the house.

Mayfair Boys Club & Barbershop

by 08/31/2007
Neighborhood: Clinton

Mayfair is a place for men to gather, hide from women in considerable numbers, and receive the city's undisputed best haircut

Here I am in Bergdorf Goodman

by 08/24/2007
Neighborhood: Manhattan

Sarah contemplates her middle-class upbringing while she asks herself whether a pair of $900 shoes is worth going into debt

Foreign Tongues and Native Toenails

by 07/02/2007
Neighborhood: Upper West Side

Samantha loves to get her nails done at Asian salons, but, as a Korean adopted by a white family, she's not sure where she fits

Trying on Murray Hill Girl

by 06/09/2007
Neighborhood: Murray Hill

The author struggles to come to terms with a new identity, that of a person who lives in Murray Hill, fighting hipster prejudice

The Naked New Year’s Eve Bartender

by 12/31/2006
Neighborhood: Tribeca

Big Ron Douglas strips down, mixes vodka drinks, and resists the temptation to use performance-enhancing drugs

My Technicolor Dreamcoat

by 12/31/2006
Neighborhood: SoHo

Laren's coat turns the male beast into a passive friend--but why?

Cold Storage

by 11/16/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

Nora must clean her stuff out of storage in order to remain fiscally solvent--but soon that is the least of her problems

A Blue Day in Tight Skin

by 10/01/2006
Neighborhood: Midtown

Day was a heroin addict with a penchant for fashion, one which her mother shared with her in the worst possible way

Gallagher’s: A Brief History Of Now

by Thomas Beller 08/04/2000
Neighborhood: East Village

Stepping inside reveals a dim labyrinth of hallways and tiny rooms, all crammed with shelves sagging from the weight of old maga