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Fashion Cafeteria

September 27th, 2004 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | No Comments
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Download the PDF Where everyone goes in Paris after the shows are over.
by Michael Specter

One evening not long ago, I wandered down the Rue de Richelieu on my way to a Chinese restaurant called Dave, which is recommended regularly by people in the fashion business. Like many popular restaurants in Paris, reservations are hard to get at Dave. So I wasn't surprised to find a Complet sign hanging over the lacquered red door. Inside, though, the place was practically empty—there was just one couple, sitting at a table near the window. A rumpled, unshaven Chinese man of indeterminate age emerged from the kitchen. Read more »

Profiles: The Designer

March 15th, 2004 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | No Comments
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Download the PDF Miuccia Prada has a doctorate in political science. She calls herself a feminist. "I make clothes. It's silly. But it's my job." Read more »

Miracle in a Bottle

February 2nd, 2004 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | 1 Comment
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Download the PDF Dietary supplements are unregulated, some are unsafe—and Americans can't get enough of them.
by Michael Specter

One day last September, as Britney Spears was about to board a flight to Los Angeles from London, a rectangular blue bottle fell out of her purse. She quickly stuffed it back in, but not before the paparazzi recorded the event. Neither Spears nor her spokesman was willing to comment on the contents of the bottle, but the next morning London's Daily Express published a page of pictures under the headline "exclusive: pop princess spotted at airport with pot of slimming tablets." Spears was apparently carrying Zantrex-3, one of the most popular weight-loss supplements currently sold in the United States. Read more »

The Fantasist

September 22nd, 2003 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | No Comments
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Download the PDF How John Galliano reimagined fashion.
by Michael Specter

Last July, three hours before the first model–wearing a flamenco skirt flecked with purple polka dots and cut from more than a hundred and fifty metres of crinoline, organza, and georgette crepe–stepped onto the runway at the Christian Dior haute-couture show, held in the Hippodrome d'Auteuil, John Galliano, the House of Dior's forty-two-year-old design director, settled anxiously into a tiny, makeshift dressing room directly behind the stage. Read more »

The Extremist

April 4th, 2003 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | 2 Comments
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Download the PDF The woman behind the most successful radical group in America.
by Michael Specter

Each year, Victoria's Secret puts on a show in which two dozen of the world's most alluring models stroll down the runway dressed in nothing but stilettos and lingerie. Last November, the spectacle was held at New York City's Lexington Avenue Armory, and scalpers were selling tickets for five hundred dollars. Celebrities like Donald Trump, Susan Lucci, and Woody Harrelson were there that night, and eleven million people watched on network television. Read more »

The Vaccine

February 3rd, 2003 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | No Comments
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Download the PDF Has the race to save Africa from aids put Western science at odds with Western ethics?
by Michael Specter

At forty-one, Hala has five children and eight grandchildren. Her first husband left when their second child was born. Her second husband died of aids nearly twenty years ago, in the earliest days of the epidemic. Hala often tells people that she sells charcoal, doughnuts, or cooking oil on the streets, but that isn't true. She is a prostitute, who has spent nearly half her life working out of a wattle hut in Pumwani, one of Nairobi's most crowded–and violent–slums. On an average day, she might see ten men, most of them truck drivers from Tanzania. Read more »

An Ex-con Logs On

February 2nd, 2003 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | No Comments
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The last time Kevin Mitnick surfed the Web . . . oops. Until last week, Mitnick, who is usually described as the world's most notorious hacker, and who was considered such a profound threat to American society when he was arrested, in 1995, that he wasn't even granted a bail hearing, had never actually surfed on the Internet. "You have to have some speed to surf,'' he said the other day. "When I went away, there was no such thing. I had rigged a special modem to keep me ahead of the feds during the years I was a fugitive. Most of the time I was connecting at 300 baud"-the average cable modem these days works five thousand times as fast. "Even then you couldn't surf on that.'' Read more »

Know Einstein

November 25th, 2002 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | No Comments
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"My dear kitten, '' Albert Einstein wrote, in 1901, to his first wife, the physicist Mileva Maric. "I just read a wonderful paper by Lenard on the generation of cathode rays by ultraviolet light." The romance didn't last. By 1914, Einstein had presented a list of "conditions" under which he could consent to remain in his sour marriage. Among them was a demand to have three meals a day delivered to his room. Read more »

I am Fashion

September 9th, 2002 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | No Comments
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Download the PDF Guess who Puff Daddy wants to be?
by Michael Specter

The Air France hostess was pleasant but unwilling to compromise. "This flight closes in three minutes, " she said. "We don't make exceptions." Chuck Bone, who was sitting in the Concorde's first-class waiting lounge at J.F.K., reached casually for his cell phone. It was 7:12 a.m. on a Monday in July. The Concorde was scheduled to depart for Paris at eight, and its passengers generally consider even the briefest delay intolerable. Bone, who was wearing a blue-and-white tracksuit and had a simple diamond stud in one ear, started talking. "Where are you guys? You need to get him here now. Read more »

The Long Ride

July 15th, 2002 | Posted in The New Yorker, Articles | No Comments
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Download the PDF How did Lance Armstrong manage the greatest comeback in sports history?
by Michael Specter

A couple of weeks ago, on a sweltering Saturday afternoon, I found myself in the passenger seat of a small Volkswagen, careering so rapidly around the hairpin turns of the French Alps that I could smell the tires burning. Johan Bruyneel, the suave, unflappable director of the United States Postal Service Pro Cycling Team, was behind the wheel. Read more »