The March 2012 issue of Vogue, the size of a regional phone book, arrived just as I was running out of fragrance samples for the guest bath. (This issue has five!) My hat’s off to Vogue for cranking out over 600 pages of stunning photographs and for reserving space on the last 25 pages for something worth my frequent flyer miles. As I have said before, I read magazines from back to front and this time that practice yielded a big pay off. There was an article continued in a column on page 602 from page 559, written by Eve MacSweeney about the hilarious Kristen Wiig, who is a master of physical comedy as well as subtle humor. Her talent deserves an avenue where the bar is set higher than SNL.
Also, there was an article written by Adam Green continued in a column on page 602 from the bottom corner of page 601 that began on page 557 announcing Philip Seymour Hoffman will play Willy Loman in a revival of Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman. If you have seen Capote, Charlie Wilson’s War, Doubt, Radio Pirates or more recently, The Ides of March then you know the genius that is Philip Seymour Hoffman. Of course seeing him on stage performing the gut wrenching reality that is the American
nightmare dream should not be missed. Now I have another goal for this year: Broadway or bust! (My goals are on a strictly trial basis, so we shall see how that one works out for me.)
The last time I went to the theater in NY, I saw Curtains. David Hyde Pierce was excellent as always. Of course, he is another masterful actor and brilliant physical comedian. I enjoyed watching him on the television show Frasier. I don’t watch much TV anymore. I gave up watching the news several years ago. I know people get ripped off and murdered every day; I know people with poor body images and low self-esteem resort to absurd methods to preserve what they believe is beauty. I decided I didn’t need to see that toxic information presented as news. None of it was ever new. I also know fashion magazines aren’t published for the likes of me. I got what I paid for and so I cannot complain but maybe if Eve & Adam had more than a few columns of space, all of those women who worked so hard for the photos could have had a lunch break. (They are beautiful, but they look so hungry.) Maybe I should give up magazines for Lent. If only I could. (I’m not Catholic.)