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Read-Along Guide to Elle’s September 2010 Issue: Part 2
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This last weekend of summer has been filled with far too much late night TV (Say Yes to the Dress and True Life: I’m a Compulsive Shopper were my picks, the made-for-TV movie Love & Basketball, Remember the Titans, and Real World: New Orleans were Devon’s picks) and far too little blogging. I apologize! Hopefully, regular blogging will continue once school starts up again. (On Wednesday. Wednesday. That is so unbelievably soon.) Until more frequent blogging resumes, I have another massive blog post for you: I’ve diligently recorded my thoughts, comments and potentially over-the-top praise and compiled them into a laughably long list to share with you. I present you with the Read-Along Guide to Elle‘s September 2010 Issue: Part 2, to be read in conjunction with page 229 – page 305. So grab your copy of Elle and read along with me; if you don’t have your own issue, hopefully my notes will fill you in on the best of what the magazine has to offer! For the first installment in this series, read Part 1 here. 
Page 229: Oh, Essie. It’s really quite unfair for you to place ads like this every magazine, especially when you know that I am deeply in love with your collection. I want it! Page 230: A quote from Opening Ceremony founder Humberto Leon on the success of his store:
So, we’re always trying to figure out, how do you make that suburban kid really freak out?
This is why I need to shop at Opening Ceremony. Leon hit the nail on the head. Suburban kids like myself truly would freak out in his store. So many amazing things, so little time… 
Page 234: Let me explain why I want to have brunch with Julie de Libran, women’s design director of Louis Vuitton
:
- I love how she translates her inspiration (the concept of wanderlust) into such beautiful clothing. It’s not necessarily the first thing I think of when I see LV’s clothing, but once she explains it, I totally understand. It just makes sense.
- Her four-year-old son is named Balthazar. He wears a pirate eye patch.
- The woman she designs for is “always dressed and has somewhere to go.” (Such is my fashion philosophy. Always get dressed up!)
Page 240: “The Facebook group ‘Leggings are NOT Pants‘ boasts 385,658 likes.” Make the number 385,659! Page 240: Angela Lindvall is attempting to convince me of “the return of the pant.” I’m not talking about jeans, but actual pants. I’m not buying it; I don’t even know where or how to wear pants. No matter what the occasion, I will always, always choose skirts and dresses over pants. Page 251: Buongiorno, Donatella! I’d like one of those gorgeous Versace dresses featured on page 251 of Elle, thank you very much! 
Page 252: Elle calls the look Neo-Prep. I just call it fabulous. I like the green watch by May 28th and the purple croc loafer by Balenciaga by Nicolas Ghesquière. Page 254: This spread features glitzy, futuristic, ’80′s-inspired pieces, but I’m not feeling it at all. Can the fashion world please stop resurrecting the 1980′s? Enough is enough! 
Page 258 – Page 260: The “Baroque Beauty” and “Sacred Heart” spreads are full of pieces from McQueen’s final collection. I thought his final collection was beautiful – I even wrote a review of it for my journalism class, which I should get around to posting here sometime soon – and I’m happy to see it featured so prominently. (And I want those shoes!) Page 264: I’m not quite sure how I feel about this major 1970′s revival. The runway interpretations are beautiful, especially at Chloé, but I feel like this trend could go horribly wrong in real life. What do you think? Page 267: I am such a sucker for advertising. Beyond all reason, I now want a $4000 Judith Leiber bejeweled owl clutch. 
Page 270: These shoes are beyond cool. I have no clue where you would ever wear such creations, but they are infinitely fun. (Can’t wait to see the mangled Forever 21 knock-offs.) Page 276: Yay, another lace-up bootie spread! Since I featured them on my blog earlier this month, I’ve seen them everywhere. I love when I catch trends early on. Page 277: Can Mulberry be any more fabulous? (No.) This ad is so whimsical and fun! Page 285: Ooh, I like the jeweled Atlas Collection bracelets by M.C.L. by Matthew Campbell Laurenza. Imagine wearing a stack of these bangles with black denim, a tuxedo jacket, and a silk blouse. (Swoon!) 
Page 286: Jewelery designer Samantha Wills – must investigate! Page 287: Talbot’s has a leopard print coat this season. I borrowed a Talbot’s zebra print coat from my mom’s closet last year and it was such a conversation piece. I loved it! Page 292: I didn’t know Tiffany’s had a Leather Goods line, but I’m seriously dying over this $4,500 black glazed crocodile tote. I wish I could buy one for my Grandma Rose; after she passed away, I found similar style tote in the attic that was once hers. I used it daily and was so sad when the straps broke. The Tiffany’s tote reminds me of her! Page 293: Laura Mercier’s “What Is Flawless?” campaign is very cool! Read more about it here. 
Page 294: Stephanie Winston Wolkoff, director of fashion at Lincoln Center, is 6’1” and wears sky-high heels. What a great role model! Confident women like her inspire me to wear heels even when I worry about towering over everyone else in the room. Page 299: I love that Elle mentioned that Louis Boston moved to a new location. (At Fan Pier on the Boston Harbor.) On a page that’s dominated by fashion news from New York and L.A., it’s very cool to see that Boston made the cut! Page 305: Pierre Hardy shoes quickly jumped to the top of my wishlist when I had the privilege of holding these beauties in my own two hands. Elle just reminded me that Pierre Hardy is doing a collaboration with The Gap – and just look at those shoes! Perhaps a little PH will make it into my closet after all… Page 305: Editor Joann Pailey says she’s looking forward to mixing it up this season: varsity jackets with acid wash jeans, cargos with leopard print. I hope to work on incorporating more of this philosophy into my wardrobe! My style can sometimes be so unabashedly girly; hopefully, the concept of mixing styles will help me get outside my box a little bit. All images are produced by Elle and scanned by me. Feel free to use my scans, but please, remember to link back to where you found them! If you’ve read this far, thank you! Stay tuned for parts 3 – 5, coming to a computer near you soon. xoxo Hannah
Read-Along Guide to Elle’s September 2010 Issue: Part 1 via [mademoisellehannah.wordpress.com]
Elle US is by far one of my favorite magazines. Although I’m only a recent convert (Glamour and Seventeen used to be my bread and butter), I’ve fallen completely in love with the sophisticated yet relatable tone of the magazine. When the September issue hit newsstands, I knew I had to have it.
For the past week, I’ve waited until I’ve finished all my work – internships, gymnastics practice, summer reading essays, phone calls, and more! – before crawling into bed with my beloved copy of Elle and my journal. I’ve diligently recorded my thoughts, comments and potentially over-the-top praise and compiled them into a laughably long list to share with you. I present you with the Read-Along Guide to Elle‘s September 2010 Issue: Part 1, to be read in conjunction with the cover – page 226. So grab your copy of Elle and read along with me; if you don’t have your own issue, hopefully my notes will fill you in on the best of what the magazine has to offer!
The Cover: While the rest of the September issues have vibrantly-colored covers, I adore the simplistic black, white, and red color scheme on Elle‘s cover. Julia looks radiant!
Louis Vuitton ad: Although this ad has been out for awhile, I still love it. Beautiful clothing, beautiful models, beautiful photography. The image of three glamorous women simply lounging backstage is so inspiring!
David Yurman ad: Kate Moss can do no wrong. She looks stunning, as always. Isn’t that necklace divine?
Guess ad: This fifties-inspired shoot is just too cute! I especially love the eye makeup and headscarves. (The Elvis impersonator isn’t too shabby, either.)
Fendi ad: Above all else, just this one ad alone makes me want to be a Fendi girl.
Dolce & Gabbana ad: Goodness gracious. Scarlet Johansson, Marilyn-esque hair, the most incredible makeup, dark crimson nails, and a leopard print blanket. In love.
Jones NY ad: I’ve never been a Jones New York fan, but the setting of this ad is lovely. The train station’s incredible architecture reminds me of these photos on Cupcakes & Cashmere.
Page 60: The “Happy Labor Day” cocktail sounds delicious! (I’d do it as a mocktail – skip the tequila and St-Germain.) The recipe:
- “2 oz. Herradura Tequila
- 1/4 oz. lime juice
- 3/4 oz. grapefruit juice
- 3/4 oz. St-Germain
- 1/4 oz. simple syrup
Combine all ingredients, shake, and strain into an old-fashioned class filled with ice. Drink. Repeat!”
Ports 1961 ad: Where do I even begin? The metallic shift dress, the beaded and sequined belt, the matching headband, the mauve lipstick… Ports 1961 is incredible.
Tommy Hilfiger ad: See it here – I’m obsessed! The ad is overwhelmingly preppy and posh, with a slight ’70′s twist. (Think tons of camel, cable-knit, burgundy, popped collars, cashmere, leather penny loafers, scrunched socks, and plaid.) I’m currently in back-to-school mode, which tends to bring out my prepster tendencies. Bring on the knee socks!
To the lovers of the 4-inch and 4 figure heel, to everyone whose dreams are made-to-measure, to all those who’ve spent their savings to pay for their wallets, there’s a new way to feel beautiful. White House | Black Market.
Heeeeello! That’s me right there. I don’t know if White House Black Market is the answer to all my problems, but I love the text of this ad!
Juicy Couture ad: With the exception of a few velour hoodies in middle school, I’ve never shopped at Juicy. In my mind, at least, the brand is so irreparably tied to its tracksuits. But I adore the vibe of their ads – the just “I stumbled upon this fabulously eccentric elderly lady’s yard sale with all of my attractive friends” look. Even if I don’t care much for their clothing, I admire their ads!
Page 164: Natasha Clark reviews Juliet, Anne Fortier’s modern twist on the classic love story. I loved reading the original Romeo and Juliet, so I’m adding this to my reading list!
Page 175: I’m obsessed with purple nails right now. Sephora by OPI’s “Just a Little Dangerous” looks so perfect! It’s grape purple with just a hint of shimmer, the ideal alternative to the dark, plummy purple (NYC’s “Plaza Plumberry”) I’ve been wearing all week.
Page 178: Ugh, Bebe. There’s an enormous Bebe ad right by the train station (and, more importantly, right outside Neiman’s!) in Copley Square, so I see this ad all the time. I can’t get over how they blatantly copied Prada’s S/S 10 hair and makeup. (Although, the pigtails and glossy orange lip look tacky here, not chic!)
Page 183: This Ray-Ban ad is so much fun!
Page 186: Here is Elle‘s masthead! Watch out, Elle: my name will be there one day!
Page 195: This Miss Dior Chérie ad is fantastic. I love everything about it, from the pink coat to the wide-eyed little French girl, to the oversized perfume bottle tied up in a silver bow. Now I’m intrigued, what sort of fragrance is Chérie? Sephora says,
“Notes of chic, green tangerine, violette, and pink jasmine mingle with soft patchouli, musk, and delectably sweet strawberry leaves and caramelized popcorn for a delicious scent that’s truly irresistible.”
I’m in the market for a new perfume – maybe this one is it!
Page 196: What a wonderful quote from Robert Myers. I included this one in my sidebar:
“There’s as much romance in coming to New York and fighting your way up in the world of work as there is in the dance between (or among) the sexes after work.”
Roberta Myers’ Editor’s Letters are just one of the (many) reasons I prize Elle above every other magazine. I could read her writing all day.
Page 198: One of my biggest pet peeves is the notion that an interest in fashion and intelligence are mutually exclusive. Not so! Elle reader Michelle wrote in,
“I have Prada shoes, an IQ of 147, and a college education.”
Amen, sister!
Page 210: Diane von Furstenberg is fantastic. Enough said.
Page 214: I love Joe Zee’s shoe fixation. He’s a man after my own heart!
Page 226: The feature on Opening Ceremony definitely piqued my interest. They popularized Topshop in the U.S., which makes practically makes them the arbiter of cool. Definitely a must-shop next time I’m in New York!
(All content produced by Elle US and scanned by yours truly.)
That wraps up the first installment of my read-along guide! Look out for Parts 2 – 5 coming soon…
xoxo Hannah
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In a year of head-hanging cultural low points
(we’re looking at you, Jersey Shore), ELLE presents the 25 best reasons
to keep the faith—from the year’s must-hear genre-busting albums to
Cher’s showstopping return to celluloid. (We’ll fist pump to that!)
When rapper Kid Cudi released Man on the Moon: The End of Day
last fall, his emotive hip-hop outcooled every thugged-out MC on the
market. Almost overnight, the 26-year-old, dressed in skinny jeans and
thick-frame glasses, sold nearly half a million albums, lent vocals to
Jay-Z’s “Already Home” on The Blueprint 3, and became a lead player in HBO’s dramedy How to Make It in America. On September 14, he’ll release Man on the Moon Pt. 2: The Legend of Mr. Rager,
a sophomore effort that upstages his first, with booming choruses
(Cudi sings—sans Auto-Tune, at that!), raging electro beats, and a
rock-rooted single, “Erase Me,” which features that other hypercool skinny-jean-clad rapper, Kanye West.—Julie Vadnal
Photo: Matt Doyle/Contour by Getty Images
Director Davis Guggenheim hopes his new documentary, Waiting for “Superman”, will do for education what his An Inconvenient Truth
did for global warming. In the legendary Harlem school reformer
Geoffrey Canada and the fearless, magnetic Washington, DC, schools
chancellor Michelle Rhee, the film finds charisma to burn—and showing
us poor kids waiting to hear whether they got into model schools might
just stand in for Superman as a game-changer. “One of the reactions I
get,” says Guggenheim, “is, ‘Oh, you picked the good families, the bright kids.’ That makes me really angry. They’re all born learners, born dreamers.”—Ben Dickinson
Photo: Courtesy of Paramount Pictures
“I looked at a lot of actresses, but I couldn’t cast it for the life
of me. Then I saw Jennifer, and I went, ‘Wow, she’s incredible. We
need to rewrite the role for her.’ There’s wells and wells of stuff
going on inside her. Her face has the symmetry of somebody who is
classically beautiful but looks like she’s really lived, not someone who
wakes up at noon and puts on a bunch of makeup. That’s not something
you can manufacture. That’s something you’re born with.”—Jodie Foster on
casting 20-year-old Jennifer Lawrence, star of this spring’s acclaimed
Winter’s Bone, as the moody valedictorian Norah in The Beaver
Photo: Stevie and Mada (steviemada.com)
“So many people have a secret self that never comes out,” Portia de Rossi says. “And I’m just sick of it.” In her new memoir, Unbearable Lightness,
out October 5, the actress writes about her past struggles with
anorexia and bulimia, from her first Jenny Craig meeting at age 15 to
the horrors of walking the red carpet for Ally McBeal to
desperately trying to burn off the calories from a pack of gum by
running circles in a parking lot. But the story has a happy ending: She
married Ellen DeGeneres after years spent in the closet—also among the
book’s topics.—Nojan Aminosharei
Photo: Randee St. Nicholas/courtesy of the subject
Four beautifully calibrated performances have Academy Award
handicappers already granting front-runner status to two eagerly
anticipated love stories. In Derek Cianfrance’s Sundance favorite, Blue Valentine,
Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams create a piercingly intimate
portrait of a passionate marriage going off the rails. The story offers
glimpses of a chemistry so joyous and specific that we feel the lovers’
anguish almost as sharply as they do. And veteran writer/director
Edward Zwick reunites Brokeback Mountain vets Jake Gyllenhaal
and Anne Hathaway as a hotshot pharmaceutical salesman and an artist
with early-stage Parkinson’s disease in Love and Other Drugs.
Photo: Blue Valentine: Davi Russo/The Weinstein Company
It may sound like a classic weeper, but Zwick leavens the sadness
with high-flying humor and great sex. Zwick nabbed his own Oscar in
1999 for Shakespeare in Love and was nominated two years later for Traffic. Gyllenhaal, Williams, Hathaway, and Gosling have all earned previous nominations—the first two for their Brokeback work, Hathaway for Rachel Getting Married, and Gosling for Half Nelson. This year they’ll be competing with each other, which could make Oscar night a genuine nail-biter. —Karen Durbin
Photo: Love and Other Drugs: David James/20th Century Fox
Most blockbuster Broadway plays of late have been 90-minute, small-cast imports, such as Red and God of Carnage. Good as they are, they don’t feel very American, in content or scale. By comparison, John Guare’s A Free Man of Color, at Lincoln Center Theater this fall, represents the return of the native—not just for Guare, whose House of Blue Leaves and Six Degrees of Separation
anatomized social class in New York City, but for the idea of American
epic. A sprawling historical comedy with tragic overtones (and vice
versa), Free Man begins in French Louisiana, circa 1802: “in
the last moments,” as director George C. Wolfe puts it, “before
history—in the form of America, just next door—invades.”
Photo: Michal Daniel/courtesy of the subject
When it does, the title character (likely to be played by Jeffrey
Wright) transforms from the richest man in New Orleans to the
equivalent of the slaves who run his plantation. What started out as a
Restoration comedy turns almost Shakespearean in its consequences—not
just for the characters but for the United States, which has been
entangled in questions of racial identity and equality ever since.
Wolfe, who also directed the epic Angels in America on
Broadway, naturally sees that entanglement in theatrical terms.
“America feels like this unresolved, incredibly astonishing work in
progress,” he says. “But is it a well-made play or a vaudeville? Is it a
commedia or some kind of Revenger’s Tragedy? Any given day it’s all of those”—and, no surprise, so is the season’s biggest play.—Jesse Green
Photo: Courtesy of Lincoln Center Theater
Last winter, the world lost Alexander McQueen, leaving his protégé,
35-year-old Sarah Burton, to carry on his legacy as the house’s new
designer. (Her first collection—filled with architectural cocktail
dresses in snow-white and buff lace, and dramatic gowns in chinoiserie
prints—will debut this November.) And Lindsay Lohan’s ever-so-short
tenure as artistic adviser (along with former chief designer Estrella
Archs) for Emanuel Ungaro has ended, making way for British bad boy
Giles Deacon to be appointed the brand’s new creative director. However
you slice it, this year—despite its darker hours—has seen the rising of
two bright stars, now at the center of fashion’s solar system.—Alexa Brazilian
Photo: Burton and McQueen images: David Burton; Deacon: Nick Harvey/WireImage.com; Ungaro storefront: courtesy of the designer.
When Martin Scorsese told Sopranos writer Terence Winter he wanted to direct the pilot for Boardwalk Empire,
an HBO series Winter had written about prohibition-era Atlantic City,
he was thrilled, but not convinced the stars would align. “I thought,
I’ll believe it when I see it,” Winter says. “We were standing on the
set the first day and his car pulled up. He got out and started blocking
out a scene. I looked to one of the other producers and was like, This
is really happening.” Scorsese, also an executive producer,
makes the inaugural episode feel like a fully realized mob movie, while
Steve Buscemi deserves critical gushings for his portrayal of corrupt
politician “Nucky” Thompson, who’s keeping AC swimming in bootleg
liquor. “He reminds me of Bogart,” Winter says of Buscemi. And maybe
that other compellingly flawed fictional mobster with depth.—Candice Rainey
Photo: Abbot Genser/HBO
Most crisis films cut back and forth from the victims to the rescue
teams, the distraught relatives, the frenzied media. But with 127 Hours, out this fall, director Danny Boyle—buoyed by his Slumdog Millionaire Oscar
triumph—does the opposite: He keeps the camera locked on the
minute-to-minute struggle of mountain climber Aron Ralston (James
Franco), who famously spent five days in 2003 trapped in a narrow Utah
canyon after a boulder fell on his arm. He eventually severed his own
limb with a pocketknife in order to escape. “Truth is, we would all do
it,” Boyle says. “What looks like a story of extraordinary individualism
is actually one that represents all of our potential.”—Maggie Bullock
Photo: Chuck Zlotnick
Brandon Flowers’ career sounds like a screenplay titled American Dream Realized.
The Killers’ lead singer hails from Sin City, spent his teen years
waiting tables at Caesars Palace, and met guitarist Dave Keuning by
answering an ad in a local paper. After selling 14 million albums
worldwide with the glam-rock band, “a couple of guys wanted to take a
break,” says the 28-year-old Flowers, who didn’t feel like hitting
pause. Instead, he worked on Flamingo, his wildly buzzed-about
first solo record—a sweeping, country-tinged classic-American-rock
homage to the nation he loves. “Our foundations are built on this land
of opportunity,” Flowers says, with genuine gratitude. “I don’t know if I
have a romantic notion of it or what.”
Photo: Williams and Hirakawa
On Flamingo, his rough-hewn vocals evoke a young Bruce
Springsteen (one of his personal rock idols) on odes to religion (he’s
Mormon), the “conventions of old-fashioned love,” and his hometown. “I
find myself defending it a lot,” he says about Las Vegas. “I think it’s
very American, the hustle and bustle of it all.” Spend a few minutes
with him—or any of the Killers’ four ridiculously infectious,
genre-spanning records—and it’s clear Flowers isn’t built to sit still.
“I’ve been writing songs since the last day that I recorded vocals on
[2008’s] Day & Age,” he says. “I think this is some of the strongest work I’ve ever done.” One spin of the propulsively kinetic Flamingo, and you’ll be ready to bet on Flowers too.—Rachel Rosenblit
The stars of NBC’s upcoming spy thriller Undercovers,
actress Gugu Mbatha-Raw and former tennis pro and model Boris Kodjoe,
are officially TV’s sexiest new couple. When Kodjoe auditioned, says
creator J. J. Abrams, “I thought, There’s no way a guy that looks like
him can also read a line.”—N.A.
Photo: Chris Haston/NBC
Ben Affleck sounds happily crazed on a break from locking his new film, The Town. Based on Prince of Thieves,
Chuck Hogan’s prize-winning suspense novel about a gang of young bank
robbers whose shrewd leader falls hard for Rebecca Hall’s upscale
victim, Claire, the movie takes Affleck back to the gritty Boston world
of his 2007 directorial debut, Gone Baby Gone. This time, the
neighborhood is gentrifying, and Affleck is director and star. “This
was not the kind of moviemaking that I’d been used to at all, so it
definitely tested me,” he says, describing the story’s climax, a
spectacular shoot-out in Fenway Park.
Photo: Matthias Vriens McGrath/Trunk Archive
Like its predecessor, however, The Town is much more than
an action picture. “It’s about loving people who are damaged and how
children pay for the sins of their fathers and how change is so
difficult that we continue to do things that are bad despite our best
intentions,” Affleck says. “I wanted all that, and I got it because
between Rebecca, Jeremy Renner, Jon Hamm, Blake Lively, and Chris
Cooper, I had such extraordinary talent.” Last but hardly least, his
own.—K.D.
Photo: Courtesy of Warner Bros. Pictures
Based on Ben Mezrich’s The Accidental Billionaires, The Social Network
stars Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield as the Harvard boy wonders
who in 2004 dreamed up “the biggest change in the way we socialize since
the invention of the telephone,” Eisenberg says. It’s a morality tale
about what can happen to a friendship when a back-of-the-napkin idea
begets fabulous wealth, with a sly casting twist: Justin Timberlake
plays Napster cofounder (turned Facebook president) Sean Parker.—M.B
Photo: Merrick Morton/courtesy of Sony Pictures Entertainment
We’d bet the farm on Reed Krakoff’s debut ready-to-wear line
matching his success with Coach—where, as executive creative director
for more than a decade, he’s helped turn an American heritage brand into
a multibillion-dollar phenomenon. With his unabashedly luxe
collection, which includes rich utilitarian coats (the shearling
aviator is worth its weight in gold) and chunky ribbed knits trimmed in
fur, Krakoff’s new flagship—which is opening its doors on Madison
Avenue in Manhattan—is certainly the place to be this fall.—A.B.
Photo: Runway: Imaxtree.com; Krakoff: Courtesy of the subject
In an era of good musicals about heavy subjects (bipolar disorder,
African corruption, teen alienation), Broadway seems to have lost its
touch for musical comedy. For every Hairspray, there are 10
unfunny and untuneful stabs at this much-more-difficult-than-it-looks
genre. But this season brings a terrific prospect in Lincoln Center
Theater’s production of Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, based on the 1988 Pedro Almodóvar film. Songwriter David Yazbek and book writer Jeffrey Lane—the team behind the hilarious Dirty Rotten Scoundrels—build on the movie’s screwball plot about the complications and dangers of love as experienced by four hysterical madrileñas soon after the fall of Franco.
Photo: Courtesy of the production
But burning beds, drugged gazpacho, and answering machines used as
deadly weapons are only the start. “It’s really about women finding
their voice,” says Lane, pointing out that the main character, Pepa,
played by Broadway favorite Sherie Rene Scott, has a job dubbing
Hollywood musicals into Spanish. (Megadiva Patti LuPone is in talks to
play another member of the quartet, who’s fresh out of the asylum.)
That’s why the musical sticks to the 1980s, before cell phones, text
messages, and Facebook: a time when, Lane says, “people really had to
work on communication.” Could it be that in our instant-intimacy world,
talk is too cheap for sophisticated comedy? Like love in Women on the Verge, humor on Broadway doesn’t blossom without serious obstacles.—J.G.
Photo: Courtesy of Sony Pictures Classics
Lone Star, FOX’s new Dallas–meets–Catch Me If You Can
drama, follows con-man-with-a-conscience Robert Allen—played by
newcomer (and a young George Clooney ringer) James Wolk among a cast of
equally genetically blessed male costars. This makes it difficult to
focus on the show’s less gratuitous (but also alluring) aspects:
emotionally hefty plotlines (Allen juggles identities, alibis, and wives
as he sells shares in a phony energy company to unassuming small-town
folk) and Jon Voight’s stunning turn as a gritty Texas oil tycoon who’s
about to hand over the keys to his kingdom to his grifter son-in-law.
It’s worth tuning in if only to catch the scene of Wolk mowing the lawn
in the stifling Texas heat. Shirtless.—J.V.
Photo: Bill Matlock/FOX
Two big, brassy sagas drop this fall: Some Sing, Some Cry (St.
Martin’s), from visionary writer Ntozake Shange and her playwright
sister, Ifa Bayeza, is the musical, magical, must-read epic of freed
slave Bette Mayfield and her progeny from Reconstruction to 9/11 and
beyond. Or you can pick up one of the million first-run copies of Ken
Follett’s behemoth Fall of Giants (Dutton), the first in a trilogy tracking five families across Europe and America through the tumultuous twentieth century.—Lisa Shea
Photo: Len Lagrua
This fall’s big midterm-election story is the GOP’s huge shot of
estrogen. From Nikki Haley to Carly Fiorina and Meg Whitman, will
Republicanism’s feminization narrow the parties’ gender gap? Will Sarah
Palin’s anointed “mama grizzlies” clear her path to 2012? Come November
2, we’ll get some tantalizing clues.—B.D.
Photo: Fiorina: AP Photo/Charles Krupa; Haley: AP Photo/Mary Ann Chastain; Whitman: Justin Sullivan/Getty Images
Christiane Amanpour steps in to host ABC’s This Week. “If there is a breaking story, the show will
travel,” says the half-Iranian, half-British journalist, who spent the
past 27 years as a front-lines reporter for CNN. “I’ll keep the
stalwarts, but the international focus demands I add new faces. I’m
intent on creating a different dynamic.”—Johanna Cox
Photo: Brent Stirton/Getty Images
Before Osama bin Laden, there was Carlos the Jackal, a legendary
young terrorist from Latin America who plotted, bombed, and rampaged
across Europe in the ’70s and ’80s, finally landing in a French prison,
where he will die a forgotten man. Or he would have, except for Olivier
Assayas’ Carlos, a pulse-pounding action movie that
electrified a lackluster Cannes festival this year with the riveting
performance in the title role by its sexy 33-year-old star, Edgar
Ramirez. “It made perfect sense to him to carry out the revolution
while enjoying an extravagant playboy lifestyle,” says the multilingual
Venezuelan actor, whose Carlos is a ruthless, hedonistic rock star on a
permanent adrenaline high.
Photo: Film en Stock/courtesy of The Sundance Channel/IFC Films
After the seven-month shoot, Ramirez went into therapy for several
weeks: “He was a monster. I needed to shed all those emotions that were
not mine.” Next month, Carlos opens as a two-and-a-half-hour
movie and airs on the Sundance Channel as a five-and-a-half-hour
miniseries. Thanks to Ramirez, the long version is not to be missed.—K.D.
Photo: Courtesy of The Sundance Channel
On September 15, New York’s Museum of Modern Art debuts its post-post-feminist show Counter Space: Design and the Modern Kitchen.
“I’m sure that people will think, Oh what a stereotypical thing to do,
present the kitchen as a woman’s space,” says curator Juliet Kinchin.
“But our aspirations are to demonstrate, by implication, how much more
radical [women’s] designs were than many of their male contemporaries,
like Le Corbusier or Walter Gropius.”— J.V.
Photo: Wesselmann/courtesy of MoMA, NYC
“Keep your hardwires out of my brain!” say two scholars in new books
about how men and women think and behave. In recent years, MRI
technology and advances in our understanding of fetal development have
fueled the theory that even before we’re born, boys and girls are set on
divergent mental trajectories. Boys’ craniums “marinate in
testosterone” at a key stage in the womb, in the memorable phrase of
Luann Brizendine, MD, who wrote The Female Brain and The Male Brain
and founded and directs the Women’s Mood and Hormone Clinic at the
University of California at San Francisco. Thenceforth, it would seem,
men are more or less doomed to emotional unintelligence and blind to
the hideousness of combining stripes and polka dots.
Photo: Courtesy of the publisher
Fiddlesticks, concludes Australian academic psychologist Cordelia Fine, whose Delusions of Gender (Norton)
is an admirably fluent review of a gazillion brain-science studies.
Barnard College sociomedical scientist Rebecca M. Jordan-Young goes
deeper into the weeds in Brain Storm (Harvard), a formidably
technical analysis of the research program of the whole field of “brain
organization theory.” Both Fine and Jordan-Young find that culture,
socialization, and pervasively gendered expectations decisively shape
all the stereotypical behaviors that Brizendine and her confederates
dubiously attribute to the hormones and hardwired cells in our heads.
Social Darwinism in its time exploited the popular understanding of
natural selection to excuse and justify social inequalities as resulting
from “the survival of the fittest.” Just so, writes Jordan-Young,
“Brain organization theory is little more than an elaboration of
long-standing folktales about antagonistic male and female essences.”
So let the cage match begin, and may the best, er, person win.—B.D.
Photo: Courtesy of the publisher
The last time Jeff Bridges joined up with the Coen brothers, they
created one of the most worshipped deadbeats in history. This
Christmas, the trio reconvenes, banking on more strange alchemy for True Grit,
a remake of Charles Portis’ novel-turned-Western that earned John
Wayne his Oscar. Bridges stars as U.S. marshal “Rooster” Cogburn, a
hard-drinking hired gun.—N.A.
Photo: Lorey Sebastian/courtesy of Paramount Pictures
Jonathan Franzen’s The Corrections (2001) was pretty much the last great American novel. This month, he at last follows up with Freedom (Farrar,
Straus & Giroux), about Walter and Patty Berglund and their
almost-perfect children, Jessica and Joey. These urban gentrifiers in a
recently too-funky neighborhood of St. Paul, Minnesota, seem
effortlessly to inhabit the peaceable kingdom of conscientious living.
But, Franzen being Franzen, yuppie dread soon rears its ugly,
self-absorbed head, catalyzed by the belated success of Walter’s
indie-rocker college roommate, Richard Katz. Franzen makes a
mind-boggling stylistic miscalculation in presenting 200 pages of the
book as Patty’s autobiography—in his unmistakable narrative voice.
Photo: Greg Martin/GregMartinPhoto.com
But read on—there’s mordant pleasure aplenty to be had in
surrendering to Franzen’s hypnotic accretion of offhand observations
(“There are few things harder to imagine than other people’s
conversations about yourself”), pithy German-idealist characterizations
(“She was already fully the thing that was just starting to happen to
the rest of the street”), and brutal cultural commentary. So reserve
some hammock time this Indian summer for one more solitary reverie as
the shadows lengthen and the leaves start to fall: 562 more pages of the
merciless intelligence of Jonathan Franzen.—B.D.
Photo: Courtesy of Amazon.com
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