From Warren St John's A New York State of Blog, in the New York Times.

For a few weeks in March and April, a strange fad took hold in the headquarters of Conde Nast Publications at 4 Times Square. After sharing elevator rides with Anna Wintour, the editor in chief of Vogue, Conde Nast employees sat down at their desks and typed accounts of their vertical journeys with the fashion icon, which they then sent anonymously, by e-mail, to Elizabeth Spiers, a droll 26-year-old native of Wetumpka, Ala., who runs the Web log Gawker. Upon receiving the dispatches, Ms. Spiers promptly posted them online.

"About half past 9," one such account began, "my blurry vision suddenly snapped into focus on the pair of big, dark sunglasses on the small, immaculately dressed woman in the center of the elevator lobby. She removed her glasses and said `Hello, dah-ling' to a well-dressed middle-aged gentleman walking into the lobby behind me."

This is common fare from www.gawkerarchives.com, a voyeuristic, media-obsessed, gossipy and occasionally creepy blog that chronicles what Ms. Spiers calls "the darker Manhattan-centric themes: class warfare as recreational sport; pathological status obsession; and the complete, total, and wholly unapologetic embrace of decadence." Don't bother accusing Ms. Spiers's site of being small-minded or superficial; she says so herself.

"Gawker is devoted exclusively to frivolity and excess," she writes on the frequently asked questions page under the query, "Are you as shallow as you appear?" While Ms. Spiers confesses that she occasionally has serious thoughts, "You will never see these on Gawker," she writes.