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Reports on the rumor that the publisher of the periodical "Newsday," will be replacing the paper's editor, Howard Schneider.

Ranks the top lifestyle magazines in the U.S. based on advertising pages in November 2004.

Look, there's Cher on the cover in silver snakeskin, and looking not a day over 40. She's a survivor, to be sure, and so is Architectural Digest, the shelter behemoth that seems hardly to have aged at all in the nearly four decades since a cheap quarterly transmogrified into a European-style glossy in a tiny Los Angeles office. But last week, Paige Rense Noland, the magazine's 81-year-old editor, inventor and fierce brand steward, called it quits after 35 years on the job, leaving industry insiders scratching their heads over who would succeed her without rocking AD's very sturdy boat. You could carp about its staid layout, its flat, bright photos of the third and fourth homes of studio executives, hedge-fund managers and movie stars -- the National Geographic of home magazines, some said -- but like National Geographic, it was the one people saved. Here was a shiny catalog of the good life, organized on a simple premise: the magazine-as-club. Ms. Noland made sure that when your house appeared in Architectural Digest it was like a victory lap, proof you'd joined the winners' circle. ''I just wanted the decorators to be the stars,'' Ms. Noland said. ''I just wanted to report what they did.'' [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

IT was by and large a jovial crowd that filled the back rooms of the Half King bar in Chelsea on Tuesday night, as a crush of former staff members, contributors and friends of I.D. magazine, the 56-year-old design bible that folded last month, gathered, ostensibly to mourn its passing. Though the evening was billed as a wake -- its invitation was composed, appropriately, in a font called Requiem -- the gestalt was more like a class reunion, a gaggle of bright former students who all seemed to like one another very much. It is sometimes the case that employees of shuttered publications have a distorted sense of their magazines' importance. When an underfinanced two-year-old city weekly went belly-up two decades ago, the wake was covered by The New York Times, and the weekly's former staff members, including this reporter, were photographed by Dith Pran, a survivor of the Cambodian killing fields, after which an editor turned to Mr. Dith and said breathlessly, ''After what you've been through, this must seem like nothing!'' (Big wince.) [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]