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Tell-all memoirs aren’t exactly a rarity these days, but few of them begin as Elizabeth Hayt’s “I’m No Saint” does, with the admission that she performed oral sex on one of her bridesmaids mere hours before her wedding. Hayt’s not a lesbian, it was just a last hurrah before her walk down the aisle–and the fist in a string of sexual exploits detailed rather sensationally in the following 292 pages.

Fever - The New Yorker
The other day, while Elizabeth Hayt-Atkins, a contemporary-art critic, was in the middle of analyzing Eva Hesse’s post-minimalist latex-coated rope sculpture, she got the feeling that the fall collections might already be on the racks at Loehmann’s. Since the temperature outside was above eighty, she figured that serious Loehmann’s shoppers would be similarly inspired to think winterwear, and so would be out there picking the racks clean. In a moment like this, Elizabeth deploys two critical theories: one, designers like Ungaro and Christian Lacroix are the direct legacy of patternists like Matisse and Bonnard, so a trip to Loehmann’s is really an investigation of a slice of art history; and, two, anything she gets at Loehmann’s she can wear when she teaches, and this she can provide her students with a living example of composition and design. Accordingly, she let go of Eva Hesse and headed out to the Loehmann’s in New Hyde Park. We went along for the ride.

