Author: Brett

The tables are turned, the universe is inverted, and Bizarro Superman takes over. In other words, I am the interviewee in this piece at The NYLA Report.

I continue to offer sacrifices to Printus, the god of magazines. And he continues to reward me with the successes occasioned by devotion his Capybara-headed/insect bodied icon. To wit: another piece in Vanity Fair magazine, this one on the incredible new Ferrari FF. Click the image below to see a crappy scan, or go buy the magazine on the newsstand, you cheap bitch.

The Fiat 500 is the vehicular equivalent of attending a 6:00 a.m. spinning class while drinking Diet Red Bull and blasting “Hold it Against Me” on a bedazzled iPod Touch. Find out why by reading my review of the wee Italo-Mexican roller skate over at Vanity Fair.

Anna Faris is my second-favorite actress. She’s also the star of the new, 80s rom-com Take Me Home Tonight. I interviewed her for Vanity Fair, and we discussed all the important topics: feminist film theory, universal bisexuality, seeing movies high, and co-star Topher Grace’s scary obsession with Star Wars figurines.

All this talk about the Trident brand reminded me of this classic video debate I made with Eddie Alterman a few years back “What is the Sexuality of the Maserati Quattroporte?” It never stops giving.

My four-part series, Vehicular Cures for the February Blahs, caps off its snow-blowing season at Vanity Fair just in time for the Oscars, with this Maserati convertible, which we officially crown as the automotive inverse of Colin Firth.

Everyone gets drunk. Then nothing happens.

Full re-cap at Vanity Fair.

I have a new piece out in the nation’s premier automotive publication, Car and Driver, about New York’s premier traffic attorney, Casey Raskob. You want to get out of your speeding ticket? Call Casey! You want to see the piece? Click the teensy thumbnail below. You want to read it? Buy the magazine. (Scan is kind of crappy.)

I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky.

Can I? Find out in the third part in my Vehicular Cures for the February Blahs series at Vanity Fair.

The Gay Uncle is once again called on to share his wisdom in the Chicago Tribune on the use, and disuse, of the words poop, pee, and butt. Read his advice, or suffer through hearing these words continuously for the next seven years.