Amy Wallace writes in the January 2002 issue of Los Angeles Magazine:

For more than 20 years, I have been an A cup--just barely. In all that time I have never, not once, had a stranger stare at my chest. I've been admired, loved, lusted after. I've had my share of attention but not my share of breasts. As much as I want to deny it, it pisses me off.

MY MOTHER NEVER TOOK ME BRA SHOPPING. SMALL breasted herself, not to mention free spirited, she didn't wear bras. She saw them as pointless, and during my teens, my body didn't do anything to convince her otherwise. Since then I've explored lingerie stores with curiosity and mystification but without much urgency.

WHEN I'M SPORTING MY 38DS SOME WOMEN LOOK ENVIous. Some skewer me with disdain--the kind they reserve for a brainwashed sister who willingly suffered to fulfill a male fantasy. Women look, but they don't ogle. Ogling--that boldly desirous, aggressive way of seeing--is primarily the domain of men.

To the extent I've been ogled in the past, it has never been site-specific. I'm tall--five feet ten inches--and in heels I sometimes get noticed.

I feel a tug on my sleeve. It's the editorial page editor of the Los Angeles Times, a woman I once worked with and have long admired. Suddenly, I'm sweating. She greets me warmly, but all I feel is panic. What is she thinking? Will she ever take me seriously again? After a few minutes I can stand it no longer. This isn't really me, I tell her.


Los Angeles Business Journal 8/27/01

"The attention of the Peter Bail piece I hope will in fact bring attention to the entire magazine and all that we've accomplished in the last six or seven months," said Editor-In-Chief Kit Rachlis. "(I think) we were slowly changing people's perception of ourselves and that the magazine was slowly being taken more seriously."

When [Kit] Rachlis offered Wallace a job last fall, she took a leap of faith. "I was at the Los Angeles Times...and L.A. Magazine was a place where I was going to be able to get in on the ground floor to make it a great city or regional magazine," Wallace said. "But I knew there would be some people who would say, 'You're doing what? You're going where?'"

Wallace was confident that the magazine would prove itself as a news source. "Just this issue has already established itself as a very different product than what (the magazine) was," she said.


Nikki Finke writes in the LA Weekly: Wallace has long been scouted by the Times, and even met with Lyman about working tandem with him. With years of solid work at the Los Angeles Times behind her, Wallace is best-known for that warts-and-all Peter Bart profile which resulted in his brief suspension from Variety and her winning a national magazine award for Los Angeles. Few know that Wallace got her start at The New York Times by working as one of James Reston’s celebrated interns, or that Howell Raines has reportedly kept his eye on her progress. About two months ago, Times’ Sunday Style editor Trip Gabriel reached out to Wallace to write for him. When her byline appeared on a Times freelance article, Wallace suddenly was rumored to have bagged the Hollywood job. The New York Observer even called to check it out. Just one problem; it was news to Wallace, who at that point hadn’t even heard word one from Erlanger.