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Monday, September 22, 2014

The French newspaper Le Monde is celebrating its 70th anniversary, and MrB was invited to the Le Monde Festival to speak on a panel about the future of journalism.

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MrB is second from the right.

After MrB did his journalism-related work, I had a little business to do. The Biennale de Paris is a show of antiques, artwork and jewelry, and I wanted to see what the big design houses were showing. There were lines to get into the likes of Dior, and I was told that Van Cleef sold every single piece it exhibited.

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This diamond collar with watch pendant from Piaget would be a nice little bauble to own!

While at the Cartier booth, I realized I desperately need a diamond and ruby tiara. I mean, who doesn’t?!

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This would be nice to wear around the house.

I enjoyed finding this fellow among the antiquities.

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The exhibition was in the Grand Palais, which has a grand ceiling.

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Pretty!

Afterwards, I paused outside so that MrB could take a picture of me in my new hoodie. As you can see, this isn’t run-of-the-mill athletic wear: It’s covered with ostrich feathers and silver chains. My gorgeous hairstylist friend Julie Matos found it for me at Patricia Field.

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Hoodie: Patricia Field (2014)
Jeans: Acne (2008)
Shoes: Opening Ceremony (2013)
Purse: Yves Saint Laurent (2013)
T-shirt (unseen): Splendid

 While we were at Patricia Field, I got Julie to pose in a pink flowered jacket.

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You can see me taking the picture in the mirror in back of Julie!

Back in Paris, MrB and I walked back to our hotel from the Biennale.  As we strolled past “Cleopatra’s Needle,” the clouds arranged themselves nicely for this photo.

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Dramatic!

We had dinner with friends at Terroir Parisien. It’s casual, but very good. The chef, Yannick Alleno, has won Michelin stars.

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We all took a photo after dinner. One of the great things about iPhones being everywhere is that you can hand a phone to anyone and they can take a picture without needing a long explanation of what button to press.

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From left, it’s me, MrB, Marc, Nina and Jessica. Nina works in fine jewelry at Piaget, so she guided us around the Biennale. Nina is my French twin because not only does she work in fine jewelry, but she’s got five pets — both cats and dogs — and she’s obsessed with her animals as I am with mine. Speaking of twins, can you believe that Nina is Jessica’s mother? They look like sisters in this photo! Marc is the husband and dad.




Sunday, September 21, 2014

In case you missed it, here’s what was on the blog this week.

 




Friday, September 19, 2014

If you’re a Fashion Police fanatic/Joan Rivers fan, turn on E!, because the network is running an all-day marathon of the show in memory of Joan right now. Joan’s daughter Melissa will appear on special tribute episode at 8 PM ET.

When I started this blog in 2007, its motto was “Wear What You Want” — my way of encouraging peeps to defy what I called the “self-appointed fashion police who snark on anyone who shows a little creativity.” This August 26, as I watched the official Fashion Police show on the MTV Video Music Awards and the Emmys, I thought, for the zillionth time, that I really needed to write a post clarifying that Joan Rivers was not the target of my anti-policing wrath (okay, just this time). Joan was a comedian doing outrageous schtick. (Her unfunny E! cohosts — Kelly Osbourne and Giuliana Rancic — them I have a problem with. I usually enjoy the third cohost, George Kotsiopoulos, because he’s more open-minded and less whiny.)

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Click for other great Joan lines.

If Joan had had the late-night network show as she deserved, she’d be riffing off all kinds of current events in her monologue. But, because late night is firmly in the hands of white men in suits, Joan had to focus her talents on the traditionally feminine — and therefore overlooked and disrespected — topic of fashion.

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Joan’s Fashion Police comment on Corinne Bailey Rae’s hair at the 2012 Grammys: “”This hairstyle is called a Demi Moore because it’s disturbingly unbalanced.” (Photo courtesy E! Online.)

For the zillionth time, I thought, “I’ll get around to writing that post … someday.” I felt like I had all the time in the world because Joan seemed unstoppable. I figured her competitive spirit meant she’d at least tie Betty White for career longevity and Betty is 92. Joan was only 81. I had 11 years to write that post! Except, as we all know, I didn’t. The head of the clinic where Joan went into cardiac arrest after a routine throat endoscopy has already stepped down. Joan’s personal throat doctor, Gwen Korovin, is denying reports that she performed an unauthorized procedure during an examination of Joan’s vocal cords or snapped a selfie of Joan when the star was under sedation. Exactly what happened is still under investigation.

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Joan delivered zingers even when she complimented a star. Of former Destiny’s Child member Kelly Rowland, seen at the 2012 Grammys, she said, “She looks so good Beyonce tried to fire her again.”

If you want to understand what Joan was like in her later years, watch the 2010 documentary, Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work, which reveals the comedian’s obsession with working as well as her commitment to her charity work.

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Joan’s thoughts on doing good. Click for more great lines.

To understand what a groundbreaker she was, read the condescending 1965 New York Times review that called Joan “…an unusually bright girl who is overcoming the handicap of a woman comic, looks pretty and blonde and bright and yet manages to make people laugh.” (The review went on to use the word “bright” a third time!)

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Here’s bright for you! (Click to read the post where I first used this photo of Joan.)

Here’s Joan on the Ed Sullivan show in 1967 talking about how men have it easier than women when it comes to dating. Note that she says girls have to be “bright”!

Joan came so close to being a big late-night star. After getting her break on Johnny Carson’s Tonight Show in February 1965, she became his permanent guest host in 1983. She did so well that Fox gave Joan her own show in 1986, opposite Carson’s. It ended in disappointment: She was fired in under a year due to sagging ratings and Carson never spoke to her again. Turning a career downturn into tragedy, Joan’s husband, who’d produced her show, committed suicide just months later. Fox should have stuck it out, the way NBC did in the 1990s when Conan O’Brien’s first show debuted to poor ratings. (Men in suits always catch a break — except when it comes to the crown jewel of the Tonight Show, of course.) You can see how great she was as a host in this 1987 clip of her with the Beastie Boys. She’s like their glamorous, sophisticated aunt, poking fun at them but giving them their moments too. She also gave them her desk!

Joan and her daughter Melissa were estranged after the suicide of Rosenberg, Joan’s husband and Melissa’s father, but they overcame it with therapy. As Joan said recently:

“We’re very close. We have nobody else: she has me and I have her. I think it’s going to be very difficult when I die, very hard for her … Your child is never not your child. You can be 90 and your mother 120, but your mother is still worried about you.”

I believe Melissa is going to be okay because her mother set such a fine example of overcoming hardship and getting up after falling down. (If you lose your TV show, design jewelry!) Immediately after her mother’s death, Melissa said, “My mother’s greatest joy in life was to make people laugh. Although that is difficult to do right now, I know her final wish would be that we return to laughing soon.” And Melissa did indeed have me laughing — and crying a little — with the letter to Joan that she read at Joan’s funeral, which was the star-studded gala of her mother’s dreams. Joan had been staying at Melissa’s Los Angeles home and Melissa started with:

“Mom: I received the note that you slipped under my bedroom door last night. I was very excited to read it, thinking that it would contain amazing, loving advice that you wanted to share with me. Imagine my surprise when I opened it and saw that it began with the salutation, ‘Dear Landlord.'”

When you read the whole letter, the warmth and humor of their relationship becomes clear. Not every kid can handle an outrageous parent, but Melissa clearly was doing just fine.

E! just aired the Fashion Police Grammys 2012 show and it concluded with Joan’s tribute to Whitney Houston, who died the night before the Grammys. She said, “Though we won’t see her on the red carpet again, she will always be in our hearts.” Same to you, Joan. Same to you.

Related reading/viewing
Tim Teeman on Joan’s thoughts about death
50 Joan Rivers jokes
35 more Joan quotes
Joan’s best late-night talk-show appearances
Billy Eichner remembers his friend, Joan

 




Thursday, September 18, 2014

For Throwback Thursday, here I am trying to be Audrey Hepburn in an LBD and updo in November 2003.

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Someone from work gave me that pillow that says, “My goal in life is to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am.” Hmmm!

The yellow-diamond earrings and ring I’m wearing were purchased from my late business partner, before we were partners.

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I didn’t go into the jewelry business until 2005.

I think this is the same, very short, black dress that I wore as my friend Phil’s best man in 2002. I wore that for a long time, but I don’t have it anymore.




Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Shout out to New York Magazine’s The Cut blog for putting together this great slideshow of Bianca Jagger’s looks over the years. (Bianca was Mick Jagger’s first wife, in case you don’t know!) Highlights include several examples of Bianca’s famous white pantsuits; her entrance on a white horse at Studio 54 for her 1977 birthday celebration; head-to-toe red sequins; and a belly-baring outfit for a Madonna concert party in 1987. I covet the fierce boots Bianca is wearing here — they look like the embroidered Golos I’ve always dreamed of. Also, I like seeing that, in recent years, she’s worn favorite necklaces more than once. A chunky coral torsade necklace made appearances in April 2011 and September 2012, while a horn design was photographed in September 2010 and June 2011. But my favorite is shot is definitely this one of Bianca and Mick dressed to impress in St. Tropez in April 1971.

Clearly, Lady Gaga or Rihanna didn’t invent crazy-costumed sidewalk strolls. I love so many things about this photo: The obvious attention-seeking, for one! Plus I always appreciate a dude who isn’t afraid to express himself sartorially. And check out Bianca’s boots again! I want all her old shoes.




Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Esquire ran an excerpt from a book called F**k: An Irreverent History of the F-Word by Rufus Lodge. The magazine’s glossary of 69 fucks includes Mr. Big’s favorite, “abso-fucking-lutely” …

… “fuckball,” as delivered by Harvey Keitel in the movie Get Shorty

… and the likes of “fuckboy,” the 1950s term “fuck-dust,” and the Victorian “fuckhole.”

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My swear rings, as seen on gorgeous blogger Beautifully Invisible. Click to purchase.

Those people who say swearing is a sign of a limited vocabulary really need to get the fuck outta here …

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Click to purchase my sterling-silver GTFOH necklace.

and shut the fuck up …

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Click to purchase my sterling-silver STFU necklace.

… because I think “fuckola” and “fuckstruck” are pretty fucking creative!

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And I should know, because I’ve won awards for swearing!




Monday, September 15, 2014

MrB and I went to California on Labor Day weekend to visit family and friends. We stayed near the beach in Santa Monica and it was so beautiful, daytime …

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… and nighttime.

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The buildings were pink, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky …

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… and the Champagne sangria was delicious.

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MrB and I had a good time on the Ferris wheel …

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… and in the Pacific Ocean.

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We caught up with my gorgeous friends Stef and Vyque. I’ve known Stef since 1999 when I hired her at People Magazine, and I’ve known Vyque quite a few years already thanks to her blog Fasshonaburu.

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In size order, from left: Stef, me and Vyque.

We also drove to the Valley to hang out with legendary rapper Gangsta Boo and her musician boyfriend, Sozay. Sozay gave MrB a t-shirt that made him feel totally gangsta.

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Badasses!

I always have a good time with Boo!

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Right near where we were staying, in the Brentwood Country Mart, is Broken English Jewelry, which carries my jewelry line. I stopped in to take a look at some of my pieces there. Pantone has declared aquamarine to be the #1 color for women for Spring 2015, so it was a good time to take a few photos of my one-of-a-kind, 18K-gold-and-aquamarine Livia poison ring.

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The ring is shown closed on the left and open on the right. Only one has been made and it’s on sale! Click for price information.

Before we went home, we drove to Hollywood …

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I never tire of the Hollywood sign!

… to have our traditional brunch with the L.A.-based portion of the family: MrB’s two eldest daughters, two grandsons, one son-in-law, and one first wife. This time we also enjoyed the company of MrB’s son, who flew out from Chicago. Basically, we were only missing one daughter and one second wife. MrB presented Wife #1 with a nice bottle of Irish whiskey because it would have been their 50th wedding anniversary … if they were still married! Wife #3 (me) took celebratory photos. We have a very civilized extended family. Later, I wore a large plastic spider as a hat, courtesy of my eldest grandson.

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It looks scarily real, doesn’t it?

That day, I was wearing a t-shirt that I had been dubious about.

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What Wendy Wore
T-shirt: Moschino (2013)
Shorts: Castelbajac (2013)
Shoes: Prada (2011)
Purse: YSL (2013)

I got the top because it has safety pins on it and, thanks to my love for punk music and fashion, I have an enduring passion for safety pins as decoration.

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A closer look at the pins.

When I bought the shirt, I was so excited about the pins that I barely registered that the lettering behind them says, “In Love We Trust.” Ugh! I am not about the word “love” in fashion or jewelry.  Hearts are fine with me, because they can be made visually interesting, but writing out “love”  makes me think of those script nameplate necklaces that read “Love” and “Breathe” and “Faith.” Those are everywhere; you can get them from any Chinese jewelry manufacturer at any price. So unimaginative! When it comes to word necklaces I prefer funny, edgy concepts like IDGAF, TWERK, BOSSY and NINJA. But, seeing as I was stuck with the shirt, I chopped off the short sleeves and finally wore it.  I was gratified when my son-in-law said, “Cool safety pins.” He didn’t notice the text either!

Speaking of safety pins, one of the first pieces I wanted to create when I started designing jewelry in 2005 was a gold and diamond safety pin. While I was playing around with my idea, I decided that so many people had already done safety-pin jewelry that I was “too late.” Since that time, I’d say hundreds, if not thousands, of new safety-pin designs have come out. I learned a lesson there. Trends can last a decade and some jewelry themes — snakes, for instance — are eternal. Even the expression “There is nothing new under the sun” is ancient! (It’s been around since Old Testament times.) Now I go where my inspiration takes me and trust that my interpretation of a theme is what will make my version special. Hmmm. Now that I think of it, even the “Love” necklace concept could be Wendy-ized. Stay tuned!




Sunday, September 14, 2014

In case you missed it, here’s what was on the blog this week:

By the way, People has not responded to my request for a comment on the awful item it ran.  The magazine has ignored me on Twitter and I’ve already contacted the public relations office by phone (once) and by email (twice). I look forward to contacting them again tomorrow!




Friday, September 12, 2014

Zang Toi’s Spring 2015 runway show this week reminded me that I had an outfit photo with a Zang dress that I’ve been meaning to post since May!

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Dress: Zang Toi (2007?)
Purse: Prada (2007)
Shoes: Prada (2010)

I’d have to ask Zang exactly what season this dress is from, but I probably got it in 2007, seeing as the first photo I have of it is from September of that year.

I wore it to a dinner for Reporters Committee for Freedom of the Press. RCFP provides free legal assistance to journalists.

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The dinner took place five days after the controversial firing of New York Times executive editor Jill Abramson — the first woman to hold that job at the paper.  One of the dinner honorees happened to be New York Times publisher Arthur Sulzberger. (Note: MrB and I know both Jill and Arthur.)

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The dinner attendees were quite titillated by this, but, while Arthur praised Jill as a “powerful and outspoken advocate for a free press,” he didn’t say anything specific about recent events in his speech. (Looking back through my email from that night, I see that I emailed myself that short quote from Arthur just a few minutes after emailing a friend at a noisy nearby table, “Tell your table to be quiet! You’re like the bad kids in the back of the classroom!!” My friend replied, “They’re all lawyers, what do you expect.”)

Ten days later, both Jill and Arthur attended the Pulitzer Prize lunch. MrB — who was a member of the Pulitzer board from 1999 to 2007, and the chairman of the board in his final year — accompanied Jill. After, he told me that a photographer had corralled him, Jill, Arthur and Stephen Adler of Reuters for the journalism equivalent of an awkward family photo. It wasn’t released to the Columbia Journalism Review until about a month later.

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Photo by Eileen Barroso for Columbia University, via Columbia Journalism Review. Click for source.

In June, CJR wrote:

“On May 28, Columbia University photographer Eileen Barroso captured a historic, if uncomfortable New York Times moment at the Pulitzer Prize luncheon: the last portrait of former Executive Editor Jill Abramson and Publisher Arthur Sulzberger, Jr. in public together for what will likely be a long time.”

Every time I look at this photo I laugh out loud. Look at MrB’s face! He’s like, “OMG!!!! I CAN’T EVEN!”

Speaking of Jill, I wrote in May that her experience gave me the inspiration for a new word necklace: PUSHY. I did indeed follow through on that and sent Jill a gold-plated silver necklace as a gift. I was very excited when she emailed me last week to tell me she had worn the necklace for a video interview she did at Re/code‘s Code/Media New York event.  On Re/code’s site, the introduction to Jill’s interview reads:

“Jill Abramson says she can’t explain, precisely, why she was fired from the New York Times’ top editing job in May. But she’s happy to talk about it.

And she’s happy to wink at her situation as well, by showing up to an interview with Re/code’s Kara Swisher wearing a necklace with charms that spell out ‘Pushy.'”

Woot! Here’s a screen cap that shows the necklace.

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Despite that Play button the video isn’t embedded, but you can click the screen cap to see the full interview.

Jill had a very interesting conversation with Kara (I also know Kara; in fact, I once tumbled through a hole in the floor of her under-renovation house). I recommend you watch it all 35 minutes of the interview. Jill’s just a cool, smart, groundbreaking, badass lady. And I love that she’s flaunting her tats in the sleeveless dress she wore.

I figure this makes it the right time for the PUSHY necklace to be my Jewel of the Month. The piece is made to order and available in silver …

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$300. Click to purchase.

… and 18K gold.

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$950. Click to purchase.

Here’s how the gold version looks on my gorgeous right-hand woman Eryn.

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She’s PUSHY and sex-ay!

If you’re a badass woman but PUSHY isn’t your thing, you might be interested in May’s Jewels of the Months: my BOSS and BOSSY necklaces. I also do custom word necklaces, so if you don’t find what you want among the 22 (and counting!) word necklace styles on my website, holla at me at wbjewelry at hotmail dot com with your request.

On May 28, Columbia University photographer Eileen Barroso captured a historic, if uncomfortable New York Times moment at the Pulitzer Prize luncheon: the last portrait of former Executive Editor Jill Abramson and Publisher Arthur Sulzberger, Jr. in public together for what will likely be a long time. – See more at: http://www.cjr.org/the_kicker/a_tense_reunion.php#sthash.5jqdKBxL.dpuf



Thursday, September 11, 2014

I have not yet been to 9/11 Memorial Museum, but acquaintances who have gone photographed a display that tells the story of the Wall Street Journal’s Sept. 12, 2001, issue.

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Click to enlarge.

That quote across the top — “I want a six-column headline!” — is from MrB. He was the managing editor of the Wall Street Journal from 1991 to 2007. In 2001, the paper’s offices were in the World Financial Center, across the street from the World Trade Center. I was in a different part of the World Financial Center, working for Lehman Brothers. When I heard a tremendous explosion at 8:46 a.m. on September 11, I ran to a window and saw debris falling down, but I couldn’t make out what had happened. As I’ve written before, I hurried back to my desk and started sending emails, locating my employees, and checking CNN online. I also called MrB and asked, “What was that explosion at the World Trade Center?”, hoping that his journalists would already have the answer. MrB asked, “What explosion?” I said, “The one that shook this whole building! I think you better go look out the window!” and hung up to continue searching for news. Reports that a plane had hit the World Trade Center’s North Tower started popping up on the web. At first, there was speculation that it was an accident, but then, at 9:03 a.m., the second plane struck the South Tower.  I called MrB again while I tried to get my few employees organized to leave the building. He and I agreed to meet between our buildings, but when I walked outside, I was blocked from going towards our meeting spot. I didn’t have a cell phone then, and, even if I had, cell phones weren’t working. I had a working (non-phone-enabled) BlackBerry, but MrB didn’t have one, so that was it for communicating with him.

Instead, I emailed with a colleague in London, who was watching the news on the BBC. He told me about the attack on the Pentagon and advised me to head uptown quickly. Thanks to him, my group was safely away when the first tower came down. I said nervously to the people around me, “I’m sure MrB is okay. We left at the same time and we’re okay, so he must be okay too.” I figured he would have been heading north, away from the WTC, like us.  I didn’t realize he had been forced to exit south. The Trade Center and surrounding buildings were on the tip of Manhattan, right next to the water, so there was no way for MrB and thousands of other people to put any distance between themselves and the catastrophe. The choking dust and debris from the collapsing buildings rained down upon them. MrB covered his mouth and nose with his tie. Later, he said:

“I remember saying to myself, ‘You don’t die of smoke inhalation in the open air’ … It’s not always true, I knew, but it was a nice thing to tell myself at the time.”

I made it to my friend Kevin’s apartment and used his home phone to leave messages for MrB. Eventually, MrB, who’d gotten home by foot and bus, called me back. I’d been fairly calm till then, but as soon as I heard MrB’s voice, I bawled, “I CAN’T FIND RANDI!” Before I left the World Financial Center, I had darted back and forth between my office and my employee Randi’s desk several times, but I didn’t see her. I called her extension and got no answer. I thought she might have left ahead of me, so I went to the lobby to meet my other people, but I kept worrying. When I got to Kevin’s apartment, I tried to call Randi at home, but I didn’t have her number, and when I called information, it turned out she was unlisted. MrB told me he’d take care of everything and he did, calling 411 and telling the operator that during a national emergency, she simply had to give him the unlisted number. She did and then we all took turns calling Randi’s home answering machine to enjoy her outgoing message, recorded in her fabulous New Yawk accent: “Randi and Ross are safe from the explosion.”

It’s still amazing to me that MrB took the time to do this while helping to coordinate the Wall Street Journal’s Pulitzer-Prize-winning next-day coverage of the terrorist attack. Thank you, MrB. You’re my hero.

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The 9/11 Memorial displays the paper with the six-column headline.

To fully understand the huge effort the paper’s staff put in to cover the the news after having to abandon the New York office, read this 2011 story by Roy J. Harris Jr.:

“How The Wall Street Journal’s improvised 9/11 battle plan helped it to a Pulitzer.”

And, as I’ve mentioned before, one of the standout stories in the September 12 issue was written by John Bussey, who was still in the Journal’s office when the Twin Towers came down:

The Eye of the Storm: One Journey Through Desperation and Chaos
For further reading, here are my previous September 11 posts, from oldest to newest.

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2008

2009

2010

2011

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