They managed to bring the ground-zero rebuilding process to a shuddering halt. The politics of sympathy can be a dirty business.
The effective way to coach, flatter, and bribe one’s way through the admissions season.
New York is suddenly brimming with Dunkin’ Donuts stores. And with a Starbucks on every corner, a coffee class war is brewing.
To get off to the right start.
Who likes to putter. And put his feet up.
Who’s just signed her first lease.
Who’d still like to climb Kilimanjaro.
Who’s been dreaming of this all year.
Whose closet is more packed than yours.
To unleash her creative side (and dress the part).
Who’s always moving time zones.
To really, really get on her good side.
Whose life is a runway show.
Who’s notoriously hard to please.
With one foot in teenland.
Model Shalom Harlow spends a hypothetical $2,419 on her friends.
John Patrick Shanley and other notables discuss personal holiday highlights and lowlights.
Outrageously expensive possibilities for a megasplurge.
A complementary set of suggestions for the bargain hunter of means.
A shop-by-shop map of Brooklyn’s hottest hipster retail zone.
A surprisingly stylish range of presents, all for less than New York’s basic unit of currency.
New York charities in need of holiday donations.
A handy chart to help you decode the subtext of the holiday gift.
Björk discusses her latest craven commercial sellout: the two-and-a-half-hour score to a wordless film about a giant blob.
The modern Mideast sagas in Syriana succeed thanks to excellent pacing (and an admirably realistic George Clooney turn as an overweight spy).
Our reviews of this week’s previews.
Beloved blues musician or muttonchopped POTUS?
Two new plays perform the rare trick of being political without being pedantic.
Like two teenagers at the prom, New York’s embrace of Shakespeare is at once touching and ridiculous.
A musical about infertility is too sweet for its own good.
A Q&A with the playwright.
Why did Uzodinma Iweala, Harvard-grad son of a diplomat, write a novel from the viewpoint of a child soldier?
Paris Hilton and Salman Rushdie turn up in recent novels.
Madonna bests Kate Bush in a battle of eighties musical icons.
What the audience really thought about Lee Ann Womack and Scooter Jennings.
A syrupy kids’ opera from Rachel Portman insults the intelligence of music fans of all ages.
A Q&A with the Romeo et Juliette star.
Audiences appreciated her joy, as well as a quality she was blissfully unaware of.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
An ex-model who expects her toddlers to keep fashion alive.
The minds behind Barça 18’s Spanish cuisine hope to trade authenticity for popularity.
A chestnut and spaghetti squash recipe from Bistro du Vent.
Edible gifts for Italophiles, chocolate lovers, and other foodies.
If you’re hitting Jeffrey and the rest of the meatpacking district this holiday weekend, here’s where to recharge.
Nothing works up an appetite like pricey holiday-gift shopping on Madison Avenue.
When developers want to add on to a building but tenants don’t, the tenants usually lose.
The old-school New York Democrats who are waiting for Eliot Spitzer to save their party may be in for an unpleasant surprise.
The unlikely duo of Bruce Ratner and Frank Gehry may produce the crowning achievement of New York’s architectural renaissance.
Noah Baumbach may not seem quite ready to leave the old days behind, but his fellow Midwood High School alumnus Carol Henning is positively obsessed.
Ever wonder what dinner-table conversation between Larry King and wife No. 7, country singer Shawn Southwick-King, is like?
Last week’s Angel Ball to benefit the G&P Foundation for Cancer Research raised $3.3 million.
Why practice parking?
Eating Pros Talk Turkey—No forks allowed.
While there’s never really a good week to be a white guy with Jheri curls, last week was a particularly bad one.
’Tis the season for two-timing spouses to slip up and get caught, say the city’s busy private investigators.
A field guide to local voting tribes.
Breaking down the cost of getting our attention.
Time’s running out to get a piece of World Trade Center wreckage for your local memorial.
You touch the subway bars with your hands?!? Gross.
