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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My Most Recent Posts

Post | 06/25/2009 11:45 am

Mrs. Mark Sanford Is No Silda Spitzer, by Julia Reed

What was the most refreshing thing about the South Carolina governor’s press conference? Read on …

Post | 05/12/2009 10:40 am

Julia Reed Answers the Media Takedown of Elizabeth Edwards

Tina Brown asked, ‘Why did she feed herself to the vultures?’ Julia has the response

Post | 05/11/2009 10:30 am

What Elizabeth Edwards's Hairstylist Knows About John

Julia Reed reports on life chez Edwards and why Elizabeth stays

My Most Recent Conversation

No Longer Shocking, Hillary Clinton Must Act Fast on Israel, Pakistan

Julia Reed, Judith Martin and Mary Wells discuss the evolution of Hillary Clinton from First Lady to secretary of state — and where she should focus her diplomatic attentions

I Don't Care What They Say:

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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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