I wrote entries on 22 globally heavy hitters; 15 of them made the final cut. Apologies to the 7 who fell to the pitiless X-Acto of my editors, Peter Newcomb and Heather Halberstadt. You have 10 months to remake yourselves into the power-dripping, large-living, Graydon-Carterrific beings we see depicted in the list's sepia, golden and money-green glory.
A. A. Gill's piece in Vanity Fair's "Suri" issue [ah, the tawdry business of newsstand sales], about the wave of new euro-style condo buildings in NYC is the sharpest, nastiest, most crackin'-est magazine article I have read in a while, and the best architecture criticism I have read, um, ever.
It is *possible* that the version on the Web didn't have the benefit of that last round of copy-editing. Possibly.