chic

It’s election night in Robert Icke’s “Oedipus,” a modern retelling of Sophocles’ “Oedipus the King” that must be the buzziest, if not the chicest, Broadway offering of the fall season.

Adjacent to the living areas, there is a chic dining area that overlooks the outdoor area, which is entered through the black-trim French doors.

The fraternal gathering of men, costumed in Jérôme Kaplan’s chic, postmodern take on toga-party garb, is vividly spurred by Bernstein’s evocative composition—for strings, percussion and solo violin.

There, on the shores of the Black Sea, we’d stayed at the latest iteration of the stylish Rooms chain, where our quarters resembled a chic ship’s cabin, complete with bunk beds.

From there, she suggests keeping things easy, kitschy and irresistibly snackable—“trash chic,” if you will.