Smoking is confined to a tiny sliver of a room, and fedoras are all but
extinct, but the vibe at the New York Post is still distinctly
newsroom. "I rarely do up my tie," editor-in-chief Col Allan says
proudly. "And the jacket is always off." "There's a lot of energy and
walking around and screaming in my job," says metro editor Jesse Angelo,
whose sleeves are always rolled up. "I have to be ready." There are several
sartorial dividing lines at the paper: The editorial brass wear suits (you
never know, after all, when Rupert might stop by and the jacket will come in
handy), the reporters dress for comfort, and the columnists (Jared Paul
Stern, Steve Dunleavy) dress like characters. "To be honest with you, many
of us are suffering from a hangover when we wake up," admits Paula Froelich,
"so it's mostly, Oh, God. What's clean?"
The "Page six"-er, Paula Froelich, 29. (pictured, far left)
"If I wear a sheer shirt for an event, I change on my way out. Who wants
your co-workers looking at you in a sexual way? Ew."
The Editor-in-Chief,
Col Allan, 49. (pictured, in blue shirt)
"There's a lot of freedom of expression. I like to think that
it comes through in the pages."
The Reporter,
Bridget Harrison, 31. (pictured, in sweater)
"I want to be covered for anything, a funeral or
standing on a street corner. If I ever became an editor again, I'd wear high
heels."
The Metro Editor,
Jesse Angelo, 29. (pictured, in white shirt)
Suits, every day. Dark ones, and slackened ties. "It's not
that macho for a newspaper."
The copy boy, Hasani Gettins, 26. (pictured, far right)
"On days when I'm
doing reporting, I wear a collared shirt." |
