I'm breaking New Year's resolution #44: I must discuss Soho House briefly. (Really, I'm as chagrined as you are.)

But: Located on the ground floor under Soho House, fancy-ass furniture store Vitra has evidently been besieged by dripping dirty fluids to the tune of a $3 million court complaint. Apparently Soho House's juices — possibly from the third floor jacuzzi, which has been closed for resealing for recent weeks — have spawned a "killer mold" that eats wood, metal, kittens, and eight-thousand dollar corrugated cardboard chairs. Go, mold, go! Everyone loves the mold! It's the hot new thing! I see this mold spawning across the city — it'll be snide, and English, and very very expensive. It'll be the best mold, everyone will just have to have it.

And then, in mere weeks, the killer mold will be totally played out.
A Swirl of Calligraphy, a Bit of Art [NYT]