Lulu Garcia Navarro

I want to actually start by reading some of you to you.

Here are some of your descriptions of some folks that we all know.

Mark Zuckerberg met as Slippery Salamander.

Prince Harry, the Ginger Winger.

Lauren Sanchez has proved that landing the fourth richest man in the world requires the permanent display of breasts like genetically modified grapefruit.

And you describe our president as Tyrannosaurus Trump.

I mean, it's wonderful writing.

I just wonder how you come up with these acid descriptions.

I mean, this is the thing that really comes through, that you are writing now like you just are not going to be censored in any way.

You're not afraid.

As you mentioned, these descriptions come from your Substack Fresh Hell.

But before you were on Substack, you were the original queen of Condé Nast.

You became the editor of Vanity Fair at 30 in 1984, which is very sobering for those of us who did not get to such august heights so young.

And then, of course, you went on to run The New Yorker.

You know, there's a lot of nostalgia for that era now.

There's books, articles, podcasts.

Do you miss that time?

What do you miss about that time?

I mean, I have a theory for why there is so much nostalgia, which is...

even as the internet has sort of democratized the way that people get information and who gives information, we've seen the whole system that you presided over in that era sort of be dismantled.