It seemed a good match: on one side, oligarchs looking to modernize Wal-Mart’s image; on the other, the city types who could make a fortune doing it.
Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has become our nation’s most animated secular prophet of apocalypse.
At least according to Miss Universe.
He wanted to act like Dylan.
Studio is sleeping beauty.
Waspy pic not about her dad.
But McSweeney’s digs deal.
The opening of several exhibitions seeking to rehab the legacy of the city’s master builder, Robert Moses, kicked off.
Hillary Clinton throws Chuck Schumer a book party. Thirty minutes later, all the guests were still hungry for attention.
What’s $60,000 when you’re making millions? Enough to resent.
As the Museum of Modern Art’s new chief curator of architecture and design, Barry Bergdoll, has become one of the city’s most influential tastemakers.
Foie gras battle sizzles on; politicos and celebs face off.
The New School for Drama’s “Random Acts!” showcase brings out three first-rate playwrights’ short stuff.
An architecture center builds an audience.
Our picks from a festival of new work by members of Youngblood, a company of playwrights under 30.
Two galleries transformed by illumination, a third by alliteration.
The shoemaniac’s companion: Which ones to buy, how to find the right size, how to trip gracefully while you get used to them, and more.
Chocolate-covered Cheerios and more endearingly unconventional Valentine’s gift ideas.
Aziz Osmani of Kalustyan’s.
Store openings this week.
The bewhiskered subject of a beard-design competition.
Jeffrey Chodorow spent so much time collecting gaudily absurd décor for Kobe Club that he forgot about the food.
A cara cara oranges with roasted beets–hot pepper–and–bitetto olive salsa recipe from a Franny’s chef.
Good Italian soul food, not inexpensive but almost reasonable.
New this week: Olympic Pita, Blue Ribbon Bar, and Westville East.
An unfamiliar cut is showing up on local menus, prompting the question: Is neck the new cheek?
How to house-hunt with your cell phone.
From the lame-duck-in-chief all the way on down to those outdated CDs, our society is clogged with anachronisms. Let’s get on with it!
Ten foreign stocks to shelter your money from the Bush Effect.
Why Andy Warhol won’t leave our culture alone.
Two excellent portrayals—one fictional, one not—of a miserable era in East Germany.
An indie film’s got to have a gimmick.
A bull market in highbrow photography.
The producers of Lost try to hide the fact that the show is a creepy thriller at heart.
While it’s unclear whether anyone wants another Dracula, this one’s sturdy enough.
An account of Strayhorn’s troubles as a gay man in the homophobic jazz world of the forties and fifties, and a case history of Oedipal struggle.
Study this tough-love guide to making the hard but necessary choices in your weekly TV regimen.
Great acting battles shoddy writing in the Frank Lloyd Wright play.
A guided tour of the art district’s best galleries right now.
The memoir-worthy life of Ayaan Hirsi Ali.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
