This Week's 'New York': Thick and Crotchy
The new New York, weighing in at 168 pages, arrived this week with an almost Vanity Fair-like heft. We were planning to congratulate the mag on this achievement — actually, we were waiting for the inevitable press release touting the accomplishment — but then we actually gave the cover a look. And we're not sure we'll ever be able to quite get past the Platon-shooting-Clinton-for-Esquire shot of Woody Allen's crotch we'll have to spend the next two weeks looking at. (It's a double issue.) Yuck.
