Are you a midriff-baring teen from Paramus who recently had your fake ID taken away at B.E.D? Blame Vanity Fair media crotch Michael Wolff. Or, rather, his daughter Elizabeth—a “slight, loafer-wearing Brearley brunette” youth-culture reporter at the New York Post.
As Isaiah Wilner (yes, that one) notes in his slightly premature obit for Chelsea’s W. 27th Street in this week’s New York mag, Post Sunday editor Lauren Ramsby dispatched the younger Wolff to chronicle all the drunk, underage riffraff vomiting on themselves in West Chelsea. Her resulting front page exposé, “Dead-Drunk Risky World of 27th Street Horde,” led the NYPD to erect sobering flood lights and checkpoints on either end of the street.