What is “creative nonfiction,” exactly? Isn’t the term an oxymoron? Creative writers—playwrights, poets, novelists—are people who make stuff up. Which means that the basic definition of “nonfiction writer” is a writer who doesn’t make stuff up, or is not supposed to make stuff up. If nonfiction writers are “creative” in the sense that poets and novelists are creative, if what they write is partly make-believe, are they still writing nonfiction?
Product placement is over. It’s so lame. Why smuggle an item of merchandise into a movie, like contraband, and have people snicker at the subterfuge, when you can declare your product openly and lay it on the table? Why not make a film about the merch? That was the case with “Steve Jobs” (2015), which unfolded the creation myth of Apple; with “The Founder” (2016), which did the same for McDonald’s; with “Tetris,” now on Apple TV+; with the upcoming “BlackBerry,” which is not, alas, about the harvesting of soft fruits; and with “Joy” (2015), which gave us our first chance—pray God it not be our last—to watch Jennifer Lawrence trying her hardest to sell mops.
When OpenAI launched ChatGPT, with zero fanfare, in late November 2022, the San Francisco–based artificial-intelligence company had few expectations. Certainly, nobody inside OpenAI was prepared for a viral mega-hit. The firm has been scrambling to catch up—and capitalize on its success—ever since.
Cheers and mazel tov! We’ve made it halfway through January. Yes, our bodies endured a pounding through the festive frivolities, but through that excruciating cumulative hangover we somehow survived. Our recycling bins have been collected, those bottles of bubbly out of sight and mind. New-year-new-me resolutions can now be abandoned. Anyone fancy a pint?
April is the cruellest month because we are stuck. We’ve stopped dead and we’re going rotten. We are living in the demesne of the crippled king, the Fisher King, where everything sickens and nothing adds up, where the imagination is in shreds, where dark fantasies enthrall us, where men and women are estranged from themselves and one another, and where the cyclical itch of springtime—the spasm in the earth; the sizzling bud; even the gentle, germinal rain—only reminds us how very, very far we are from being reborn.
The Kensington is made of the finest English bridle leather from one of the most prestigious leather producers in the world. This hand-curried leather is perfectly paired with gold buckles cast in solid brass from one of the oldest saddlery houses in Paris; a brass three-position Cheney folio lock from England completes what will undoubtedly be a favourite piece in your wardrobe for many years to come.   Material: All natural vegetable tanned leather Colour: Light Havana Dimensions : 11" x 9" x 3"   Made in England
In deep brown leather from the Tuscan Hills and gold foil debossing detail, this document case is the perfect combination of chic & elegant, rock 'n refined, and as always, idea for carrying a tablet or passport and travel documents, or to use as a clutch for the absolute necessities on a night out.   Materials: All natural vegetable-tanned Italian leather; Brass hardware Dimensions: 11" x 8.5"   Made in England   HANDCRAFTED SUSTAINABILITY Made by hand by skilled artisans using traditional crafting techniques.
In black Italian leather from the Tuscan Hills and gold foil debossing detail, this document case is the perfect combination of chic & elegant, rock 'n refined, and as always, idea for carrying a tablet or passport and travel documents, or to use as a clutch for the absolute necessities on a night out.   Materials: All natural vegetable-tanned Italian leather; Brass hardware Dimensions: 11" x 8.5"   Made in England   HANDCRAFTED SUSTAINABILITY Made by hand by skilled artisans using traditional crafting techniques.
“Time — a few centuries here or there — means very little in the world of poems.” There is something reassuring about Mary Oliver’s words. Especially in an era of rapid change, there is comfort to be had in those things that move slowly. But oceans rise and mountains fall; nothing stays the same. Not even the way poetry is made.
The first thing that strikes me about Anna Sorokin when I meet her in person — after reading about her and watching Julia Garner play her with that elaborate Euro accent — is how regular she is. There’s nothing particularly charming or memorable about her, she’s not a smooth talker, and she’s not really stylish. But she is, in person, surprisingly deadpan funny. Having been behind bars for nearly five years (19 months in Rikers, 21 months in state prison, then 18 months in ICE detention), she has quite a sense of humor about being Anna Delvey.
RECENTLY we featured front door curtains, an entrance curtain hung over a front door, both for practicality and aesthetics. This feature is also sometimes call a portière, although many use this term more frequently to refer to a hanging curtain placed over the doorless entrance to a room, its name derived from the French word for door: porte
JUST A FEW photos of the past days and weeks leading up to summer's end and the official arrival of fall. There are deep orange roses that faded to pink and photos on old digital cameras; there are dusky autumn skies and late-night tapas after getting caught in the wild Scottish rain and Eggs Benedict the morning after ...