Julia Reed

Julia Reed

Julia Reed grew up in the Mississippi Delta but went off to the Madeira School just outside of Washington, D.C., at 16. As part of the school’s “Wednesday Job” program, she got a job as an intern in Newsweek’s Washington bureau, and stayed -- answering the ...
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Julia Reed's Love Letters

It’s a good thing I’m far away from my bookshelves or I would be paralyzed …

My Recent Conversation

'We Used to Never Acknowledge Them, Today They're Our Badges of Success'

How is it that hairdressers, decorators, divorce lawyers and Reiki masters are the gurus we aspire to have at our dinner tables, when years ago, we never even mentioned their names?

I Don't Care What They Say:

My Drinks:

My Foods:

I Love(d) Reading:

I Love(d) Listening To:

I Love(d) Watching:

I Wish I Lived In:

  • A hotel suite with good room service and an enormous bathroom, much like the one Warren Beatty lived in at the Regent Beverly Wilshire
  • Ingrid Bergman’s apartment in "Indiscreet"

I Hoard:

Things I am Miserly About:

  • Cars. As much as I would like a gorgeous, sexy Jag (see "I Want to Own"), it seems a ridiculous thing to spend $100,000 on. I happily take my father’s cast-off Cadillacs, which he already buys used, as he is miserly about pretty much everything. Still, Cadillacs are great on the road, and they are amazing bargains if you buy them after someone else’s lease is up. 

I Want to Own:

  • Antoine’s restaurant in New Orleans so I could restore it to the gorgeous and delicious temple of Creole cuisine it once was. I stay up late at night writing the daily specials I would have in the front room.
  • A house in Dark Harbor, Maine like the fabulous one Annette de la Renta did with Albert Hadley: deep chocolate brown on the outside, paper bag brown on the inside, doxens of elephant folio Audobons on the walls, and white slipcovered furniture everywhere. Heaven.
  • The 19th century English diamond and emerald chandelier earrings from a La Vielle Russie that I saw at the winter antiques show….but pretty much anything from there will do.
  • A Jaguar. Either an XJ Super V8 or an XKR convertible. I will drive—and have driven—anything, including a very cheap Plymouth Acclaim, a model Chrysler quit making because the median age driver was 65 and people had quit buying them. Still, long before I got my driver’s license, I had a recurring image of myself pulling up at a curb somewhere in one of those dark green Jags, and stepping out in a very chic rust and white silk print dress with a wide leather belt that my mother once owned. It was an image of glamour that I’ve never quite lived up to and that I just can’t shake.

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