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My Week in ‘New York’: Not in Italy

By Ray Rahman, New York Magazine

Serena Williams practices on August 25, 2022, as she prepares for the 2022 U.S. Open at the USTA Billie Jean King National Tennis Center in New York.    Photo: Timothy A. Clary/AFP via Getty Images
Ray Rahman is a senior editor at Vulture.
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It is the end of August, and, if Instagram is to be believed, 93 percent of the world’s human population is currently vacationing in Italy — but not me. No, I have been here on the American East Coast, clicking on links you couldn’t even imagine.
Should I have just “quiet quit” this week? The concept took off where all things I don’t know about take off: TikTok. In a smart story that looks at the “trend” from a labor perspective, Intelligencer’s Sarah Jones writes, “A so-called ‘quiet quitter’ does not judge herself by her professional productivity; it’s never hustlin’ time for her.” Tempting, but since my bosses may see this, I for the record would never do this and am not doing this right now, I promise.
But how would I fill my free time if I were a quiet quitter? I’d probably start with packing an L.L.Bean tote bag with something funny and counterintuitive embroidered on it, like all the cool kids are doing. (Maybe mine should say “Not in Italy”?) Then I would head over to Gus’s Chop House, a tasty-looking new Carroll Gardens restaurant from the folks who brought you the unbeatable Popina.
Afterwards, I’d definitely meet up with Mayor Eric Adams at his favorite joint: the VIP room at Zero Bond. What happens there? Kim Velsey reports for Curbed: “A Baccarat spokesperson said Zero Bond is ‘the only Club that has an approved Baccarat Room in the U.S.’ This, not surprisingly, involves a lot of Baccarat crystal: The entire internal bar, lighting, and votives are Baccarat.” I think I would thrive in such a place.
But who am I kidding? I don’t have Eric Adams’s stamina, so I’ll likely spend my quiet quittin’ time in front of the TV watching A24 movies. Thankfully, Vulture’s Nate Jones ranked all of the studio’s films while also digging into the movie house’s savvy branding powers. Says one of his sources: “A24 became a bridge merging this mood-board, influencer, pop-culture Zeitgeist with art-house movies made by real directors.” I shall keep this in mind while watching Gaspar Noe’s Climax (No. 38 on Nate’s list).
One Thing I Loved This Week
Anytime I read something written by Rachel Handler, I have to sit down for a full 30 minutes afterward because my frail body is too overwhelmed by acute laughter pains. And, well, she did it again this week with her profile of Titanique, “a Céline Dion jukebox musical that tells the story at the heart of the 1997 blockbuster sensation Titanic from the perspective of the Canadian singer, who in this adaptation claims she survived the sinking of the actual boat.” Writes Rachel: “Titanique is so stupid. That is its inherent strength and the source of its absurd charm.” Sold!
One Thing I Did Not Love This Week
There has been much disagreement about what the drink of the summer was. First, Chris Crowley wrote that there in fact wasn’t one, and then last week, in this very newsletter, Chris Stanton responded by saying there was one but that it’s a cold Red Stripe at Gowanus Yacht Club. While I admire both of these Chrises, it’s laughable how wrong they are. There is a drink of the summer, of course, and it’s the same one it is every summer: a stiff martini put together by Ric at the Clarke Cooke House in Newport, Rhode Island. Any further questions on this matter can be directed to my lawyer.
It Happened This Week
Elections! Well, mostly primary ones, anyway, but a lot of progressives pulled it out … except in my district, where a suited man who literally has the words “Goldman” and “Sachs” in his full name beat out the candidate championed by progressives and the Working Families Party. Elsewhere, it looks like zoomers will likely be getting one of their own into Congress this fall, which is good (probably) but makes this aging millennial feel like Chuck Schumer already.
On My Radar
A private school in Manhattan is getting one of James Turrell’s signature “Skyspaces” in its building. (As Curbed’s Diana Budds puts it, his Skyspaces are “rooms with open ceilings that treat the sky as an ephemeral canvas.” The one on Houston’s Rice University campus is an especially trippy example.) The new project, which will be open to the public, sounds very cool — it’s a Quaker-founded school, and Turrell is a practicing Quaker — but if other Turrell installations around the country are any sign, it will be overcrowded very quickly.
What I’m Reading This Weekend
John O’Hara’s Appointment in Samarra has been sitting on my shelf for months now, and this week I’ve finally cracked the novel open. I shouldn’t have waited so long! I’m only about a quarter of the way in, but if you like novels about social class (private clubs! drinks thrown in faces! a person named “Julian English”!) set during Christmastime (always the best backdrop for such shenanigans), O’Hara is your man.
Next Week in New York
Next week’s newsletter will be helmed by Alan Sytsma, editor of Grub Street.

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