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Today’s letter includes: Why Garden & Gun is launching a wedding publication,
thinks you should visit Frank Lloyd Wright houses even if you can’t afford one, a Starface alum is working on a new acne injection business, and a new takeout restaurant in NoHo for people who are trying to get shredded by New Year’s Eve.This week on the Feed Me Job Board: Vox is hiring a Podcast Producer, The New York Times is hiring a Senior Marketing Manager for Mobile Acquisition, and Bumble is hiring an Associate Director of City Marketing. (Thank you to all the hiring teams who post on here!) 💼
Political Parties is a nightlife column by . It offers readers a glimpse into the unspoken politics of party culture, in rooms that they didn’t even know existed. She spent last night with Edward Snowden’s lawyer and British magazine editors.
Last night, I stopped by Sevilla in the West Village for a party to celebrate the latest issue of Granta, a literary magazine founded 136 years ago and described to me by one attendee as “the British version of the Paris review.” I’d never read it, but when someone gave me a thick bound copy of Granta 130: India (issues of the magazine are themed by country, idea, or cultural moment), I understood what we were working with. The publication is based in London, and their editor-in-chief, Tom Meaney, lives in Berlin. But, according to Tom, they decided to throw the issue launch party in NYC because “everyone in the literary crowd is here.” He ordered me the largest whiskey sour I’d ever seen, along with a second one for himself.
“This morning, Granta publicist Janique Vigier texted me a screenshot of someone’s recap: ‘Kind of deranged as usual, very alcoholic… Once again didn’t meet Renata… Did meet Salman.’ Which, honestly, could double as the official tagline of New York’s literary scene.”
Tuesdays in the West Village are usually sleepy because the residents (people who work in finance) are either still at the office or they’re getting ready for work the next day. But the crowd at Sevilla was partying hard. When I first walked in, three different people marvelled to me that Renata Adler and Salman Rushdie (a contributor to the India issue) were there. Adler was sitting in a booth, with a rotating cast of other writers coming over to visit her and pay their respects, including writer
, who journalist told me was “the only person who could reach Harvey Weinstein from prison,” and Ben Wizner, Edward Snowden’s lawyer and a director at the ACLU. Apparently, Adler was talking about Henry Kissinger and bitcoin.