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At the SXSW panel on tech media’s failings, Swisher seemed just as hard on herself: “More and more, as I’ve thought about our new endeavor, at some point, we’re going to have to start pissing people off more. And I think about that a lot. Sometimes I see people and I think: Soon, I’m going to screw you. I do, I think that a lot more … Things are going to have to start to get a little tougher.”

(Buckle up.)
hollybailey:


One Valentine’s Day, in 1995, Bill approached me in the newsroom. I was an assistant editor who’d been typing his captions for a couple of years, but I didn’t know if he saw me as more than just another one of the “kids” he patted on the shoulder as he raced around town on his bicycle.

“Can I ask you a question, young man?” he asked. “That Brazilian fellow — is he your special friend?” He was referencing my then-boyfriend, Carlos Emilio, a photographer whom Bill had seen me with at parties. I told him yes.




“That’s what I thought,” said Bill as he unzipped the worn, vinyl shoulder bag he always carried. He pulled out an eight-by-ten manila envelope with the New York Times logo, and he handed it to me. Inside, I found the most extraordinary valentine. There was a red cardboard heart about eight inches wide with a doily pasted on it, and then two polka-dot hearts that were inset with a cut-out black-and-white photo of Carlos and a matching photo of me. I was awestruck and dumbstruck by this quiet gesture: Bill had been paying close attention to my romantic life.

Bill Cunningham’s Big Gay Heart (via The Cut)

hollybailey:

One Valentine’s Day, in 1995, Bill approached me in the newsroom. I was an assistant editor who’d been typing his captions for a couple of years, but I didn’t know if he saw me as more than just another one of the “kids” he patted on the shoulder as he raced around town on his bicycle.

“Can I ask you a question, young man?” he asked. “That Brazilian fellow — is he your special friend?” He was referencing my then-boyfriend, Carlos Emilio, a photographer whom Bill had seen me with at parties. I told him yes.

“That’s what I thought,” said Bill as he unzipped the worn, vinyl shoulder bag he always carried. He pulled out an eight-by-ten manila envelope with the New York Times logo, and he handed it to me. Inside, I found the most extraordinary valentine. There was a red cardboard heart about eight inches wide with a doily pasted on it, and then two polka-dot hearts that were inset with a cut-out black-and-white photo of Carlos and a matching photo of me. I was awestruck and dumbstruck by this quiet gesture: Bill had been paying close attention to my romantic life.

Bill Cunningham’s Big Gay Heart (via The Cut)