Those busy folks at The Atlantic Monthly and weekly National Journal are stoking up for yet another go at both presidential conventions. John Fox Sullivan says they'll send about 100 staffers to Boston (for the Dems) and to New York (for the other guys) and, as usual, they'll publish a Convention Daily edition of the National Journal. It'll run 48 pages a day with a print run of 20,000. And, yes, they sell ads and claim to be virtually "sold out" with more than 300 ad pages nailed down.
Carolyn Kremins of The Week is crowing about their first-ever circulation "pink sheet" showing an audited circ of 19% over their 150,000 rate base. The 2004 rate base is now 200,000, and 48% of subscribers signed on for 13 months or more. First half ad revenue is up 86% over 2003. And they're still selling only full or multiple pages.
Amy Wilkins at Smithsonian bears glad tidings, with the June issue up 40% in ad pages. "On to July!" she cries.
Big book party June 15 at Le Cirque for Sirio Maccioni's "The Story of My Life and Le Cirque." And Elaine throws a luncheon for him June 11 at his own joint, not hers.
Country Weekly marked its 10th anniversary at LQ in Manhattan.
Vibe named Jodie Becker its fashion manager. She's a PR woman who co-owns Joe's Pub.
Can it be 10 years? In Style (Stephanie George is its president) celebrates its first decade this month. Streisand was their first covergirl. Charlize Theron's the latest.
Tony Snow's World Pubs acquired Islands Publishing and its handsome mags.
Bartender mag stages its annual bar show June 20-21 at the Javits Center in N.Y.
The North American travel journalists chose Lou Hammond & Associates of N.Y .as "best travel PR firm."
Re my recent criticisms of VP Cheney, reader Plato Skouras of Brinkley, Ariz., demands, "Have you no couth?"
By the way, re Cheney's pet Iraqi Ahmad Chalabi and his fall from grace, any newspaperman who ever did time as a foreign correspondent knew phonies like this. Emigre circles of London, Paris, Rome are filled with Chalabis, their self-serving plots & cabals. It would take the most gullible of tourists to fall for a Chalabi.