Buddhist shopping specialist (she is sort of like the Muslim bacon expert) Cintra Wilson is back on the hoof today, with a new Times Critical Shopper column. After a light stupid spanking from the criminally milquetoast Times public editor Clark Hoyt on Sunday-he doesn't understand the difference between sarcasm, indignation, irony and description, nor does he have any idea what the paper's goals are, though he reveals that neither does Times exec editor Bill Keller, really, another episode that exhibits how Keller is out of touch with much of the day-to-day operations of the paper-over her column on how J.C. Penney is overtly in favor of enormous people, she is back and heaping praise on celebrity homosexual potter Jonathan Adler. Oh Jonathan Adler. His work-product I find kitschy and repellent and irrelevant; Cintra finds it kitschy and delightful and purchasable. Outrageous! Why does Cintra Wilson find emaciated and expensive homosexual housegoods so alluring? Please go crucify her on her blog. And when is Clark Hoyt's term up? He is boring me to death, which is the biggest crime of all. Let's go to his blog and call him a slut.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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Does that mannequin have a fupa?
Choire Sicha, your taste is impeccable! Adler and Hoyt are both abysmal. Sadly, I will have to part ways with you here on Wilson, who seems to have referred to her audience as “1,300 women in Connecticutand urban gay guys in Manhattan?†Cintra, honey, IT IS ON.
you forgot to add, "and I mean that in the best possible way"
Ok. Forgive the over-long quote here but...really..
"SEVERAL years ago, the stretch of Atlantic Avenue that runs from Flatbush Avenue to the East River used to be identifiable primarily for having an antique row on one end and Brooklyn’s main Arab community on the other.
Since then, independently owned businesses of a thoughtful and fashionable variety have been trickling in at a regular pace to inhabit storefronts along the invisible line between Cobble Hill and Boerum Hill. Sahadi’s, an international market, has long been a destination for those who get their kicks from bulk bins of sumac, fenugreek and olives. Fledgling designers have opened shops alongside established businesses like Butter by Eva Gentry. On the block between Hoyt and Bond, iced cupcakes fill a bakery window, and a bistro is elegantly situated behind red sidewalk umbrellas, across from an excellent Vietnamese sandwich shop.
And now, as of a few weeks ago, there is a Jonathan Adler store, which really pulls the whole look of Atlantic Avenue together. "
Pulls the look together!! Like...a circle pin on the lapel of a Talbot's tweed jacket! Like a Laura Ashley scarf under a mink-lined raincoat!
I'm going to pull a rope together around my neck and hang myself.
You know, as someone who's been living around the corner for six years, none of that is actually untrue... (And also that Vietnamese place has the best iced coffee ever!)
I'll hang myself out.
Please tell me you're joking about Hard Knock Hoyt. He is wonderful! I can't tell if you're joking. Say it's so.
Hoyt's vine-swinging, Indiana Jones-like exploration of the Weddings & Celebrations (the TEMPLE OF DOOM of the New York Times), the joyride over Allesandra Stanley's already battered body post-Cronkite, and his near-constant evisceration of the Sunday Styles are exactly the kinds of things that make him so wonderful. I <3 Hoyt.
Hoyt is definitely an improvement on the never-ending snoozefest that was Byron "Barney" Calame.
I was just looking at some gay pottery that is not remotely emaciated or kitschy. He's trying to to do (among other things - he's very versatile!) "dirty" in the tasteful and elegant way of Athenian red figure ware - without copying the Greek style. And he's succeeding!
My opinion of Adler is very much negatively influenced by his horrible bf that Simon Doonan guy who works for Barneys.