2013.01.05 | Ann Hamilton: the event of a thread
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One more thing about Nora
In my mind, what she said meant this: In feminism and in writing and in life, righteous indignation alone—divorced from action or a sense of the absurd—will not be cute for long. It will ripen, and it will rot. And who among us likes to clean up rot?
- The wonderful Sarah Ball, on what Nora Ephron told us. She put it better than anyone, it’s stuck with me since she wrote it, and it deserves a shout-out, even months after the fact.
On this Administrative Professionals’ Day, a photo of our author Lynn Povich—who became the first woman senior editor at Newsweek—back when she was a researcher in the Paris office. Lynn’s book, The Good Girls Revolt: How the Women of Newsweek Sued their Bosses and Changed the Workplace, comes out in September.
And we are the NEWSWEEK women who, 40 years after that lawsuit, wrote about what had — and hadn’t — changed for women at NEWSWEEK. Can’t wait to see the full book.
We wrote about her. She wrote about us. We’ll probably write about her writing about us. Meta.
Meet George! George is a little 7-year-old rescue monkey who was left abandoned in a park and now works as a reporter. Among his many pleasures are swimming with ducks and eating peanut butter.
Here it is: Newsweek’s new Mad Men issue, redesigned to exact 1965 specs, front to back—including almost all of the ads.
Above is the cover; below, some shots of the layout from The Wall here at Newsweek world headquarters, courtesy of our lovely and talented art director Lindsay Ballant, who was one of the folks in charge of digging through the archives and resurrecting the magazine’s sharp, spare mid-1960s design.
The issue is available now on the iPad and online, but there’s really only one way to experience it: in print.
Pretend it’s 1965. Visit your local newsstand.
Dashboard users: click here for hi-res images.
The Old Girls’ Club sat in a corner of the newsroom the men referred to as “the fallopian jungle,” and swiftly became the broadcaster’s earliest stars.
How NPR Became A Hotbed For Female Journalists (via @thedailybeast)
(via wnyc)
Haunting and wonderful.
“I wonder what it would be like if I were a male rock star? Maybe I just could be like ‘fuck it’ and keep someone hanging there. But, I don’t know… It just doesn’t feel right. And I definitely don’t have groupies. No, the evening always ends with me and my friend in my hotel room watching romantic comedies going, ‘We’re never getting married.’”
This was fun.
“Woke up at noon and headed to Chelsea Market in a white short-sleeve Petit Bateau tee, Vince black leggings and my Lanvin pink ballerinas. For me, sneakers will never be really feminine, and anyway, I don’t play any sports. I’m having French girlfriends over, and I started by picking up dark Nestlé chocolate to make Sonia’s recipe for mousse au chocolat. At home, I changed into a big soft Rodarte sweatshirt that I bought at Opening Ceremony. It says “J’aime Rodarte” on the front and “Je déteste Rodarte” on the back. It’s so nouvelle vague. On bottom, I had on fuchsia silk and lace shorts from Sabbia Rosa, this lingerie shop on Rue des Saint-Pères in Paris. The three of us watched “Á Bout de Souffle” and “Le Mépris” while eating the entire mousse and debating Jean Seberg and Brigitte Bardot’s sense of style.”
— Lola.
“Featuring inspirational, international women, it pairs ambitious journalism with a sartorial and intelligent perspective on fashion that is focused on personal style – the way women actually look, think and dress.”
About. Damn. Time. (Via jessbennett)
Anouk Aimée & Jean-Louis Trintignant in Un homme et une femme (1966, Claude Lelouch)
