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sunday files

Another week, another bloody Sunday Styles section. As promised, we present Things We Learned:

Joyce Wadler was asked to leave Schiller’s by neurotic owner Keith McNally. A note to dear Joyce: ladies who co-open tea shoppes with Moby and New Yorker cartoonists are not the kind of “celebrities” you name drop in the opening paragraph of a story which you intend for us to continue reading.

Paris Hilton would not approve of this week’s On The Street fashion tableau. A challenge to Bill Cunningham: make at least the rest of January fur-free. Not because we care, precisely the opposite- we are bored.

There is a whole new and predictably expensive way to smell like you’ve spent the weekend soaking in a gin-fueled depression: buy Bombay’s new designer scent, Blue Ruin, er, sorry, Infusion.

In what we assume to be an elaborate Daily Show prank, some dork named Dennis Kucinich is running for president and enjoys unprecedented popularity among America’s transcendental meditators.

A couple of guys made a movie about dieting. They were interviewed over dinner by Linda Lee, and the guy on the diet had lobster bisque, filet mignon, and creamed spinach.

Oh, and surprise surprise, a Ginsburg married a Horowitz. Even more surprising than that surprise: not one piece on dating in Manhattan. Nothing about sex parties or singles cruising the web, not a peep about lesbianism or S/M or the more empowering aspects of casual sex. It makes us miss Vanessa Grigoriadis.

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