"An article on Monday about Hollywood’s displeasure with Vanity Fair’s sharper celebrity coverage erroneously included one establishment on a list of restaurants in which its editor, Graydon Carter, invests. Mr. Carter invests in the Beatrice Inn and Monkey Bar, but he is not an investor in the Minetta Tavern." —Doesn't this correction feel like something the staff of Spy would have come up with in 1987 as a comically ridiculous prediction of the future?
Graydon Carter had brunch at Little Owl in the West Village the other day, and he left a big doodle and a note with his check. I decided to ask my dog Lee what she thought.
Layoffs at Vanity Fair have been ongoing since yesterday-they're not centralized, which means that editor Graydon Carter need not be present. And that's handy, as the rumor that Carter was on a private plane is indeed said by staffers to be true. Well, while he was out, a trend emerged, according to a staffer, as department heads made their layoff choices. Of the 13 or so let go so far-with possibly a few more yet to come-only two were men. And of the 11 women let go, it's estimated that just three five of them were under 35. The overall office population, with some variation by department (photo and [...]
Taking Graydon Carter's Vanity Fair editor's letters seriously is probably, on the whole, less pernicious than, say, taking anything Michael Wolff ever writes seriously. Carter doesn't need to be outrageous; he knows that attention will accrue to him no matter what he says (or doesn't), unlike Wolff, whose increasingly desperate pleas for attention will no doubt shortly result in a blog post about how only Michael Wolff has the courage to admit that black people are scary. That said, Carter's current missive irks the hell out of me. Because it's just plain wrong.
"I didn’t actually beg to get my table at the Waverly Inn. I had other people do it for me. And once inside, I must admit, I felt pretty damn good about myself," wrote Adam Platt in New York magazine in 2007: "There is no reservationist, and no telephone number for chumps from Syosset or Teaneck to call." Wrote the Times in 2008: "Insiders just call Mr. Carter’s office"—that's Graydon Carter, the editor of Vanity Fair—"directly but it is in fact possible to drop by the reservations desk at the restaurant and book a table for those netherworld hours before 6:30 or after 11:15 p.m."
"I used to rail against the layers of packaging for DVDs and CDs-that hard-to-break-into clear wrapping and those extra strips of white tape over the edges, to prevent theft." -That's Graydon Carter, keepin' it real (if syntactically complicated!) in the March Vanity Fair editor's letter.
Last night, delightful character Fran Lebowitz got cornered at Graydon Carter's party, and asked about McKinsey, the consultants who are making recommendations on how to overhaul the Conde Nast Magazine Empire of the Sun. Fran! "Why do you need to hire anyone to tell you what to do? If I owned a magazine and I needed advice, I'd ask myself. I don't understand this. I don't understand what their purpose is." THANK YOU, THIS IS WHAT WE ARE SAYING.
We are living in a weird time of magazine editor's letters! The April GQ editor's letter from Jim Nelson decries the Johnny-come-latelies of people caring about the Middle East. ("And Yemen Would Be… Where Exactly?") You tell 'em, buddy. And now, in his May issue, Vanity Fair's Graydon Carter goes big, trashing Bravo's Andy Cohen and CNBC host Larry Kudlow ("prime examples of the danger of trying to live in your own socio-economic comfort bubble and wanting to have a public voice at the same time") and then goes hog-wild on the subject of economic inequality—on the "danger of leaving overwhelming wealth and power in the grasp of [...]
Regarding the rise of publicist culture, and the death of reporting jobs, comes the news this morning that some time ago the Vanity Fair Proust Questionnaire became no longer administered by an actual live person on the phone or in person-but is instead delivered in print form to a celebrity's representative. Most likely via the tawdry communication form called "email." This news was revealed in an equally hard-hitting interview of Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter by Matt Lauer this morning, on the occasion of the arrival of a collection of the Questionnaires in book form.
In response to my long-ass screed about Graydon Carter yesterday, a reader writes: "Great bit, and I'm reluctant to criticise because your prÃƒÂ©cis of the Euro elections was great, but the Telegraph didn't just pay to get a jump on their rivals. The July the 1st release is going to be redacted. For 'safety' reasons many personal details and, most importantly, the addresses of MPs are being witheld. Without these it would have been impossible to uncover the repeated 'flipping' of the designated second home or its presence far from Westminster.
It is cheque-book journalism but really does have a public-interest defence. (Expect it to be used as [...]