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Jacob Bernstein’s Profile | The New York Times Journalist | Muck Rack
POSTSCRIPTMr. Buckley was a well known fashion journalist who, despite being married to Tom Ford, largely avoided being the story. Richard Buckley with Angus and India in Santa Fe, in a photo for the December 2010 issue of French Vogue.Credit...Tom FordSept. 24, 2021Updated 2:43 p.m. ETThere’s a photograph in Tom Ford’s house in Beverly Hills, a Polaroid of him with his husband, Richard Buckley, who died last weekend at 72 after more than 30 years of health issues resulting from cancer.
The self-described “image architect” was an M.V.P. of both NewYork Fashion Week and the Met Gala. Mr. Roach in his element at The Mark.Credit...Isak Tiner for The NewYork TimesSept. 15, 2021“Can you see how long it’s going to take me to get there,” the celebrity stylist Law Roach asked his publicist Sunday night, while seated in the bathroom at the Mark Hotel on NewYork’s Upper East Side, getting a touch-up in advance of the Tom Ford show.
Scene CityDespite the Delta variant, the fashion tribe found lots of reason to celebrate. Maria Grazia Chiuri, left, and Lorde at the opening night party for “Christian Dior: Designer of Dreams” at the Brooklyn Museum on Sept. 8.Credit...Nina Westervelt for The NewYork TimesSept. 14, 2021, 1:00 p.m. ET“Masks on in the gallery, please,” said a security guard at the Brooklyn Museum.
@JanetMaslin No, I love Titane. I meant that I wasn’t going to bother with trying to be articulate about the review because I was headed off to watch Die Hard. Which is 58 minutes of one of the best movies of the 1980s, and another 58 minutes that’s everything irritating about it