Sing along with David Attenborough for two minutes.  You won’t be disappointed.  (Thanks, Alan!)


He will live in our hearts and our closets — and at the soon-to-open Charles Nolan Reading Room at the High School of Fashion Industries and through the soon-to-be fully-endowed Charles Nolan Scholarship at F.I.T., and on the soon-to-be-rejuvenated website with links to all of his work . . .

. . . but his wonderful shop at 30 Gansevoort Street in New York closes the last week of July and everything is for sale – -including the couches and chairs he designed, his signed prints, all those amazing books, and, while they last, his entire inventory of clothing, accessories, nicks and nacks. Come to the shop seven days a week from 11:30 AM to 7 PM for a last good-bye, and perhaps even a last good buy.


Nora Ephron died yesterday.  You knew her work: “Sleepless in Seattle,” “When Harry Met Sally,” “You’ve Got Mail,” “Julie and Julia” (Nora loved to cook), “Silkwood.”  Maybe you read her classic Esquire piece, “A Few Words About Breasts,” as part of a college course.  Like so many of us, I loved Nora, was a little afraid of Nora, and craved her approval.  And she knew we did.  I was hardly “inner circle” but she tolerated me sweetly for 40 years, once had me review her investments, had Charles and me over for a famous czarist recipe she recreated, called me to counsel her 15-year-old gay son after he came out to his high school class (a successful writer now himself, fielding calls as she neared the end). Her last book, I Remember Nothing, I read out loud to both Charles and to my mom.  Here is her obituary.

I will be chipper tomorrow, the more so for having known Nora.


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