Power Couple: Chris Hughes & Sean Eldridge
By Jerry Portwood
We're starting to see a trend here. Just last week the Style section of the New York Times profiled White House Social Secretary Jeremy Bernard in a big splashy frontpage feature, titled "White Gloves Not Needed." They follow it up this week by a frontpage treatment of Chris Hughes and his fiancé Sean Eldridge, titled "A Powerful Combination."
Hughes is just 28 and made it on to our Power List for the first time at No. 28. (The pair was also featured last May on the cover of The Advocate's "40 Under 40" list.) What put him over the top? It wasn't just that the Facebook co-founder has hundreds of millions to spend on causes near and dear to him. It's also that he recently purchased the New Republic and is now its publisher and editor. The Times digs deeper into the life he shares with Eldridge, who is 25 and the fact that the duo "have emerged as a significant force in political circles, becoming enthusiastic fund-raisers for the progressive issues they support, which include gay civil rights."
But it turns out they're really small-town boys at heart. With couple 80 acres in Garrison, NY that they bought in 2011 for an estimated $5 million (after buying that SoHo loft for $5 million a year before). As Eldridge told the Times: "We put down roots, where we want to have a family” and that the community reminded him of Toledo, Ohio, where he grew up playing outside and visiting neighbors unfettered.
And accompanying piece online, "The Anatomy of a Power Couple," gives us some of the basics of how they survive in their mid-to-late twenties: Hughes is listening to The Killers and Phoenix, while Eldridge is still loving on Adele. And if you want to spot them out at dinner in the city? Eldridge says his fave NYC boite is Tamarind while Hughes prefers Balaboosta.
But the big question is: Who's next for the Times to profile?
With the Tony awards coming up, it might be time for another Neil Patrick Harris/David Burtka-with-kids-in-tow-in-Harlem spotlight. Or maybe—gasp—Anderson Cooper?