Today at Flavorpill, we found ourselves in a “Forest Hills State of Mind” thanks to Rachel Dratch. We ogled Hong Kong-based designer May Sum’s odd, animal-centric gems. We were surprised to hear that a wolf caught in action by a prize-winning wild photog was actually a model. We kept our fingers crossed for John Logan’s play Red, starring Alfred Molina as Mark Rothko, to come stateside from London. What is it with Molina and his portrayal of some of the best painters? We read a little snippet about Claudia Kishi’s “looooooong and thick” hair in the upcoming prequel to Ann M. Martin’s Babysitter’s Club series. Ah, to read about leggings before they made a comeback. We were intrigued by news of a porn-tastic remake. And finally, we marked February 9 down in our calendars to pick up the newest from Yeasayer, which could be the best album of 2010. And yes, we realize we’re only 21 days in.

In a piece on Double X today, Sarah Bilston eulogizes chick lit, arguing that the genre was an early-aughts lark, no longer compatible with America’s newly blighted economy. But is chick lit dead, or is it simply in need of a budget makeover? Bilston predicts: “In the next months and years, expect to see plots that turn on overcoming repossession and job-loss, not shopping and sex.” What about the books that built the foundation of Manolo’s, cupcakes and engagement rings on which chick lit stands? We decided to get out our red pen and edit a few chick lit classics to better reflect our current financial climate. Read More »