Bridget Jones, Take One. . .

You’ve lost belief in love and yourself. So you:

(a) Spend yourself silly at Saks.
(b) Drink too much merlot, get hives, call your ex, call your therapist, and both hang up on you.
(c) Run away to Africa.

The New Tete a Tete

So you think you know from playing footsie with your loved one? Okay, you could try one of those swanky little alcoves at UNDERBAR.

Or try this on for size.

The tete-a-tete pedicure at Warren Tricomi may be billed ...

Rick Moody's Demonology

You witness a shooting in a McDonald’s in L.A., and your very first thought is “It could be optioned.”

After a drunk driving accident (your fault, of course), you nickname your reconstructed arm “The Claw,” and divvy up your life ...

Artland

There comes a time in everyone’s life when the domestic upgrade becomes not a dream but a necessity.

The futon gets chucked in favor of a Serta Perfect Sleeper. The plastic plates from dad’s garage get replaced with Homer Laughlin ...

Do It Yourself Cuff Bracelets

Bartenders can make you do lots of things.

They can get you drunk and make you hit on people you never would.
They can slip you a freebie if you seem really pathetic.
Some will even let you cry on ...

New Year, New ’Do?

Tired of factory-like hair salons where the whine of a hundred blow-dryers drowns out your stylist’s gossip? Hit Sip ’n’ Snip, where, yes, baby, it’s all about you and owner Ricky Parnell.

Decorated like John Waters’s fantasy soda fountain/beauty parlor, ...

Take Note. . .

Those who once hopped on the Concorde to walk through the thrice-daily-polished doors of Smythson of Bond Street no longer need fret about the grounding of the “Swan.”

Say what? Let us explain. Holding three Royal Warrants, the one-and-a-half-century-old shop ...

Dental Dots

Okay, so maybe it’s a tic.

Or maybe it’s just rare that we find ourselves out of the house, roaming the aisles at the drugstore…

But when we stumbled upon an impressively engineered no-toothbrush-in-sight solution, Dental Dots, we couldn’t help ...