Showing posts with label Esquire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Esquire. Show all posts
7/13/09
Mary-Louise Parker, Not the Girl Next Door. More Like Miss American Pie.
*photos by Christa Renee / Esquire
Mary-Louise Parker (I have always been jealous of the hyphenated girls) doesn't take time to smell the roses. Instead she bakes pies and catches up on correspondence. Here's her thoughtful note to all men (straight ones I assume) along with a recipe on how to make a pie (click on the link at the bottom). Kudos on the bod, Mary-Louise.
A Thank-You Note to Men
By Mary-Louise Parker
To you, whom it may concern:
Manly creature, who smells good even when you don't, you wake up too slowly, with fuzzy, vertical hair and a slightly lost look on your face as though you are seven or seventy-five; you can fix my front door, my sink, and open most jars; you, who lose a cuff link and have to settle for a safety pin, you have promised to slay unfortunate interlopers and dragons with your Phillips head or Montblanc; to you, because you will notice a woman with a healthy chunk of years or pounds on her and let out a wolf whistle under your breath and mean it; because you think either rug will be fine, really it will; you seem to walk down the street a little taller than me, a little more aware but with a purpose still; to you who codifies, conjugates, slams a puck, baits a hook, builds a decent cabinet or the perfect sandwich; you who gives a twenty to the kids selling Hershey's bars and waits at baggage claim for three hours in your flannel shirt; you, sir, you take my order, my pulse, my bullshit; you who soaps me in the shower, soaks with me in the tub; to you, boy grown-up, the gentleman, soldier, professor, or caveman, the fancy man with initials on your towels and salt on your chocolates, to you and to that guy at the concession stand; thank you for the tour of the vineyard, the fire station, the sound booth, thank you for the kaleidoscope, the Horsehead Nebula, the painting, the truth; to you who carries me across the parking lot, up the stairs, to the ER, to roll-away or rice mat; to you who shows up every so often only to confuse and torment, and you who stays in orbit, always, to my left and steady, you stood up for me, I won't forget that; to you, the one who can't figure it out and never will, and you who lost the remote, the dog, or your way altogether; to you, wizard, you sang in my ear and brought me back from the dead, you tell me things, make me shiver; to the ones who destroyed me, even if for a minute, and to the ones who grew me, consumed me, gave me my heart back times ten; to most everything that deserves to call itself a man: How I do love thee, with your skill to light fires that keep me warm, light me up.
Click here for Mary-Louise's How To Make Pie recipe
Mary-Louise Parker (I have always been jealous of the hyphenated girls) doesn't take time to smell the roses. Instead she bakes pies and catches up on correspondence. Here's her thoughtful note to all men (straight ones I assume) along with a recipe on how to make a pie (click on the link at the bottom). Kudos on the bod, Mary-Louise.
A Thank-You Note to Men
By Mary-Louise Parker
To you, whom it may concern:
Manly creature, who smells good even when you don't, you wake up too slowly, with fuzzy, vertical hair and a slightly lost look on your face as though you are seven or seventy-five; you can fix my front door, my sink, and open most jars; you, who lose a cuff link and have to settle for a safety pin, you have promised to slay unfortunate interlopers and dragons with your Phillips head or Montblanc; to you, because you will notice a woman with a healthy chunk of years or pounds on her and let out a wolf whistle under your breath and mean it; because you think either rug will be fine, really it will; you seem to walk down the street a little taller than me, a little more aware but with a purpose still; to you who codifies, conjugates, slams a puck, baits a hook, builds a decent cabinet or the perfect sandwich; you who gives a twenty to the kids selling Hershey's bars and waits at baggage claim for three hours in your flannel shirt; you, sir, you take my order, my pulse, my bullshit; you who soaps me in the shower, soaks with me in the tub; to you, boy grown-up, the gentleman, soldier, professor, or caveman, the fancy man with initials on your towels and salt on your chocolates, to you and to that guy at the concession stand; thank you for the tour of the vineyard, the fire station, the sound booth, thank you for the kaleidoscope, the Horsehead Nebula, the painting, the truth; to you who carries me across the parking lot, up the stairs, to the ER, to roll-away or rice mat; to you who shows up every so often only to confuse and torment, and you who stays in orbit, always, to my left and steady, you stood up for me, I won't forget that; to you, the one who can't figure it out and never will, and you who lost the remote, the dog, or your way altogether; to you, wizard, you sang in my ear and brought me back from the dead, you tell me things, make me shiver; to the ones who destroyed me, even if for a minute, and to the ones who grew me, consumed me, gave me my heart back times ten; to most everything that deserves to call itself a man: How I do love thee, with your skill to light fires that keep me warm, light me up.
Click here for Mary-Louise's How To Make Pie recipe
4/14/09
Esquire Magazine Needs Fashion Interns NOW (NYC)
Esquire Magazine is in dire need of fashion interns now. (Summer internships need not apply) That means you may possibly be walking into the fashion closet as early as Monday morning. If you are dapper or carry the potentials to be, high interest in fashion (Northface just won't do) and want to work your ass off for a highly recognized men's magazine, please read the following requirements & responsibilities:- Must receive school credit (unpaid internship)
- Must be in New York City
- Other must's include punctuality, willing to learn, quick on the feet and problem solving, phone manners, upbeat personality and able to perform tasks pre/day of photo shoots.
- Organize all incoming and outgoing sample inventory and coordinate with showrooms
- Run errands and thus must know way around the city
More info can be given if you are interested and qualified, please send an email to littleredbook.blog@gmail.com. ***SIMPLY FORWARD THIS LINK TO THE EMAIL ADDRESS GIVEN, NO SEPARATE EMAILS*** (will not be opened)
Have your brief, polished cover letter and resume ready to go. Good luck!
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