A born storyteller, Anne Fulenwider studied English literature at Harvard University before embarking on a career in journalism. She got her start at The Paris Review, followed by 10 years at Vanity Fair, editing, among others, cult writers Carl Bernstein and Dominick Dunne. Then, in 2012, Fulenwider was named editor of Marie Claire. Along the way, she has shared a stage with Melinda Gates, Mindy Kaling, Tracee Ellis Ross, Gwyneth Paltrow, and Anne Wojcicki; spent time as a judge on the Emmy-winning TV show Project Runway; and even networked 35,000 feet in the air—as part of Power Trip, the 36-hour invite-only conference that takes place on a flight. More recently, Fulenwider has stepped back from media and, in 2020, launched Alloy Women’s Health, a digital platform supporting women over 40 through menopause. —Bridget Arsenault
AIRLINE: Air France and Winair.
AIRPORT: Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. I always feel like I’m in a James Bond movie walking down that long white tunnel on arrival.
APP: PlantSnap; it’s like Shazam for nature.
BAG: The Altuzarra Ghianda Knot Hobo, or the L. L. Bean tote— preferably camo or black.
Beauty product: Alloy M4, estriol-based face cream. Seriously miraculous.
BEDTIME: Midnight, no matter how hard I try for earlier.
BIKE: An old Schwinn “mom” bike, with a basket, that my kids gave me for Mother’s Day years ago.
Birthday: Dinner at Raoul’s in New York City, every year. Artichoke vinaigrette and steak au poivre. Perfection.
Boyfriend/girlfriend: Girlfriends forever.
Breakfast, weekday: Cappuccino, made at home.
Breakfast, weekend: Eggs scrambled by my husband.
Car: BMW 2002, a classic. I’m currently in love with a bright-orange one I saw in Connecticut.
Cocktail: Any variation of an old-fashioned.
Cocktail appetizer: Olives, cheese, nuts, a charcuterie board, crackers, paté—I could live exclusively on hors d’oeuvres and bar snacks.
Date: Dinner at Frankies Spuntino. The cavatelli is divine.
Diet: Rarely. (See above.)
Dinner, weekday: Cooked by me.
Dinner, weekend: Always out, unless cooking for friends at home.
Dress: I prefer pants.
Drive: Up the Taconic State Parkway, north of the New Croton Reservoir.
Enemy: None that I know of, but there’s still time.
Escape: Up-island, Martha’s Vineyard.
First Lady/First Man: Michelle and Barack Obama.
Flaw: Extreme impatience.
Good-bye: Ciao.
Hideaway: A little house on Meads Bay, Anguilla.
Hotel: Hotel Palazzo Murat, in Positano, presided over by the divine Rosita.
Indulgence:
The Strokes, loud.
Jacket: An old Chloé calfskin vest.
Last Meal: Sole meunière, asparagus vinaigrette, and Sancerre, on the water in St. Barth’s.
Lunch, weekday: Cottage cheese and tomatoes.
Lunch, weekend: Smoked salmon.
Movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, directed by Michel Gondry.
Nonfiction book: Slouching Towards Bethlehem, by Joan Didion.
Novel: Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy.
Pair of pants: Jeans. Preferably Nili Lotan Celia boot cut.
Pair of shoes: Since I left fashion? Clogs. I’ve been living in the pull-on shearling boot from No.6 lately. And I do still love this one pair of killer Celine boots.
Piece of advice: As an entrepreneur, I keep returning to what Tory Burch once told me: “Ignore the noise.”
Pen or Pencil: Sharpies. Obsessed.
Pet: One dog for now, but I plan to accumulate many more as I grow old, like the Queen.
Podcast: I don’t have patience for most of them (see “flaw” above), but I love Hidden Brain with Shankar Vedantam, and I have an audio crush on Kai Ryssdal from NPR’s Marketplace.
Restaurant: Ar Galletto, in Rome, for the pasta Amatriciana.
Ride: A plane headed west.
Singer: Adele, but not the really sad songs.
Spouse: Bry. Love at first sight, now almost half my life.
Street: Court Street, Brooklyn. One of the great small-town “main streets” of New York.
Television series: The Bear. That Christmas Eve dinner episode.
Theme song to your life: “Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More,” by the Allman Brothers Band.
Time of day: Cocktail hour.
Vacation: Skiing, ideally in Colorado.
View: My kids, smiling or sleeping.
Wake-up time: Dawn. It’s a new thing. We’ll see.
Weekend bag: Red T. Anthony duffel, a wedding present.
Work of art: King Lear, the perfect play.
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