Getty Images When I first met Glenda Sol Koeraus, the dancer who would later be known to flamenco audiences as Sol, "la Argentinita"—and to me (I say, only half-joking) as my guru—I was a basket case. I'd already sobbed through most of a slush-filled…

Cintra Wilson As early as the stopover in Detroit, it was clear that the Midwest and New York City were going to be two entirely different balls of wax, stylewise. The codes were already becoming inscrutable. I knew I was dealing with new…

Mark Iantosca Looks from fall 2011; Mimran, preparing to take NYC; fall 2011 at the company HQ. In a renovated ex–beer factory in Toronto with high, white gallery walls and perfectly sandblasted wooden beams, there is a lavish modern office. Holding…

On Saturday, Al Gore simultaneously took over and saved the world. It was a historic moment, signifying a vast sea change: the death of the Hummer and the rebirth of Flower Power. Two billion fans, 130 countries, seven continents and Jon Bon Jovi…

Style I Was a Human Tripod for Bill Cunningham Cintra Wilson on the all-seeing, incorruptible eye of New York City fashion By Cintra Wilson June 26, 2016 While I never had the pleasure of really getting to know the legendary fashion photojournalist…

Cintra Wilson is a writer who packs every sentence with a wallop. Jaw dropping allusions drenched in attitude and meaty metaphors that get you asking "What did she just say?" are de rigueur. And as you re-read the sentence you realize there's more to…

Culture Our Long National Nightmare of Campaign Style Has Begun Look, we’re not saying we want the next leader of the free world to traipse around Iowa in leather moto pants, but as Cintra Wilson wonders, would it kill all the milquetoasts running…

In Washington, D.C., there is an excruciatingly narrow margin for acceptable female dress; all women, no matter how attractive or plain, no matter how many postgraduate degrees they have, or how well they fly fighter planes, walk an inescapable…

As God as my witness they’re not going to lick me. I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. I will lie, steal, cheat, or kill. As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again. —…

Two new films are coming out about the not-so-fairy-tale lives of Diana, Princess of Wales (played by Naomi Watts), and Grace, Princess of Monaco (Nicole Kidman). Both were universally adored before dying in mysterious auto accidents. Their biopics…

AT the Sundance Film Festival earlier this year, I wheedled a ticket to “Becoming Chaz,” a documentary about the sex change of Chastity Bono. Having long admired the Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato World of Wonder productions — slyly edu-taining…

I STUMBLED into a United Nude store for the first time a couple of weeks ago in Miami. I was curious, because I was told that the creative director of the store was the Dutch architect Rem Koolhaas. This turned out to be completely specious. United…

Last week, in Miami, I stayed at a self-described "gay hotel," mostly for the kicky interior: Every room featured, over the bed, an enormous photo portrait of Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra. She was, after all, the ultimate queen. A friend of mine in…

IT was one of those odd, balmy days between winter and Spring Street when the air is gray-yellow and weirdly tropical. The barometer was spinning like a pinwheel, and there was a fidgety animal tension in the ozone. Heads were throbbing, and SoHo…

"I'm tired of pretending I'm not special anymore." -- Charlie Sheen It has been a red-letter week for the grand-mal celebrity meltdown. Charlie Sheen has proven himself to be the poet laureate of all once and future megalomaniac sex-addicted…

AFTER lying on a fur hammock for about 40 seconds, a paradigm shift takes place. I once thought that fur hammocks were absurd bourgeois luxuries, but actually, they are what I’ve unknowingly spent my entire life searching for. When the economy…

I ONCE worked on a play with a dominatrix, who explained a troublesome producer with the smiling dismissal: “Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s such a John.” Meaning: obvious, easily manipulated. Sex, in her mind, was smeared all over men’s faces and…

BACK in the dark ages of my misspent youth, the cost of used clothing was always inversely proportional to the difficulty of finding it. Dumpster diving, though the least expensive, was the biggest long shot, and potentially the most nauseating and…

WALKING down a residential street in Poughkeepsie, N.Y., several years ago, I was stopped in my tracks by the beauty of a backyard clothesline hung with well-made, well-loved cotton things: embroidered pillowcases, hand-sewn aprons, cloth napkins and…

MY visit to the reopened Dior boutique on 57th Street coincided with a couple of unrelated events that became inextricably relatable in my mind. (Bear with me, Gentle Reader. I promise these threads will form a rope in the end, if I don’t…