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Meanwhile, New York magazine celebrated its four awards at The Spotted Pig, and GQ marked its general excellence win with dinner at Sorella on the Lower East Side. Wired split up its parties, with the New York staff heading to Rosa Mexicana and the San Francisco group to Osha Thai. And Cindi Leive and the rest of the Glamour crew had a celebratory bite at David Chang’s Má Pêche, after which they moved downtown to grab a drink with Dave Zinczenko at The Lion, where the Men’s Health party was already in full swing.
Zinczenko, also an investor in The Lion, might have toasted his magazine’s general excellence win a few too many times, though. On Friday, the health-obsessed editor tweeted, “BOOZE BLOCKER: Asparagus can reduce hangovers by almost doubling your ability to metabolize liquor.”
As for the awards themselves, they weren’t quite a Roast at the Friar’s Club, but they were perhaps as close as Wintour will ever get to that ordeal. The event’s organizers apparently were left scrambling at the 11th hour, when the flight of Wintour’s brother (who was supposed to induct his sister into the Hall of Fame) was grounded in London due to volcanic ash. So David Remnick stepped in to pay tribute to his colleague — and the digs began. “It turns out there are some forces in this world that Anna Wintour cannot command,” Remnick said. That wasn’t the worst jibe of the night, however — those came from Wintour’s sibling (as only siblings can). Patrick Wintour, a political editor at the Guardian, managed to send along a videotaped message to his sister, in which he thanked the society for recognizing her achievements by saying with typical British drollness: “It’s very sweet of you to think of the old girl at this stage in her life,” and joked about his original plan to dish on Anna’s old boyfriends in his speech. Instead, he chose to emphasize her devotion to the fashion industry — and to him. While “many devilish things have been written about her,” Patrick concluded, “she is my guardian angel.”
In the end, though, the tone was naturally congratulatory. Remnick, who prefaced his remarks by admitting his own style is based on “what doesn’t itch,” spoke about the “real” Wintour — Anna the artistic collaborator, the seeker and nurturer of talent and an editor who is “extraordinarily generous” with her time. He also pointed out that Wintour had been name-dropped by Jay-Z in “Empire State of Mind” (“Now you’re in style, Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out”), an honor Remnick has yet to receive. (However, there is some disagreement on the Web about the Wintour line in the song, with some maintaining the lyric is actually “and in the winter gets cold, in vogue with your skin out.”)
And when she took to the podium, Wintour seemed genuinely touched and kept her speech short. She thanked her team, including Grace Coddington (“my brilliant flame-haired and flame-tempered creative director”), and André Leon Talley and Hamish Bowles (“two of the very best-dressed editors I’ve ever met, either male or female”), all of whom were there to support their boss. And Tom Florio, senior vice president and publishing director, gave Wintour a solo standing ovation.
Remnick, in the midst of his book tour and clearly well practiced in off-the-cuff oration, provided a good chunk of the night’s comic relief. Accepting The New Yorker’s award in the public interest category (for Atul Gawande’s health care piece, “The Cost Conundrum”), Remnick spoke of the surgeon-slash-writer’s talent, noting, however, that “if he wrote for us more, people would die.” And a befuddled Adam Moss’ reaction to New York’s win for “For and Against Foreskin,” about circumcision? “I don’t know….”
Meanwhile, Leive, accepting Glamour’s award for Magazine of the Year, seemed bizarrely unsurprised about the win. She did, however, give a special shout-out to Bill Wackermann, the title’s senior vice president and publishing director, for “selling the hell out of [Glamour] every month.”