Cara Schacter is a writer living in New York.
In another year eclipsed by right-wing politics and apathetic art, nine Spike trustees separate global culture’s wheat from its chaff.
When is a modeling agency more than a modeling agency? When “it’s a feeling.” Cara Schacter meta-texts a first-anniversary newsletter anthology from NYC’s cloutiest new logo.
In: heaven, pastures, Anya Taylor Joy. A dispatch hypothesizing big data’s predictions for 2023 and why Katherine Heigl’s stylist might want to explore aura-soul harmony.
At Joan Didion’s estate sale, Cara Schacter felt ... nothing. She did, however, think about dehydrated accessories, neonatal artisans, chic hospitals, and the subtext of a missing comma.
This month, Cara Schacter went to New York Fashion Week and took some notes; on moonlit ponytails, compulsive masking tape behavior, wearable ice packs, and being softcore cerebral.
This month, Cara Schacter writes about video games’ Jiggle Physics, the epistemology of Billie Eilish’s cleavage, and a theory that global warming is making boobs sag.
