In real estate, where brash aggressiveness is the norm, Linda Stein was at a whole other level. Did a tantrum push her assistant over the edge?
Her father’s fists sent him to jail. Hers could make her famous.
Plastic-bag lobby heads off ban by finding ally in Quinn.
“Like Tribeca 30 years ago.”
Is bared in London.
Le Cirque du monde.
Scabby schnoz is a giveaway.
Facing unholy approval ratings last week, Governor Spitzer stopped pontificating about his driver’s-license plan and dumped it.
Looking back at the seven times Norman Mailer, as writer or subject, appeared on the cover of New York Magazine.
What happened to the pride of Coney Island?
Steve Martin’s memoir describes the meticulous construction of absurdity.
Chevy Chase is trying to make a comeback. But he’s finding it’s hard out there for a (former) comedy bigwig.
A novel attempt to capture the essence of Bob Dylan.
Our review of this week’s previews (post-Oscar-bait edition).
When did striking writers become more sympathetic than stagehands?
Tumbleweeds may be blowing through Shubert Alley, but for those intent on catching a show, all is not lost.
Numbers quickly became a PR tool in the stagehands’ strike. Some key figures in the battle for your sympathy.
What do Edward Albee and George Lucas have in common?
How female artists fare at MoMA and other top showcases (not well).
Is MoMA the worst offender? We tallied how women fare in six other art-world institutions.
Gustavo Dudamel’s long-awaited New York debut.
Measha Brueggergosman ought to be headed to an opera house near you.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Are Iowans angry enough at the Man to vote for John Edwards?
Learning about the science of snowflakes.
Germany’s finest come to Chelsea.
Unlike their pop counterparts, the city’s jazz haunts don’t take a breather for Thanksgiving.
New hotel restaurants that aren’t just for tourists.
Restaurants offering a tryptophan-free Thanksgiving Day.
Native American-written plays get special attention at the Public’s festival.
A “disheveled aristocrat” and her daughter.
Fiamma makes a great case for European classicism in these artisanal times.
No Thanksgiving is complete without a turkey sandwich cobbled together long after the last relative has toddled out the door.
Could your co-op board be inadvertently abetting identity theft?
Broadway producer Daryl Roth has, along with her husband, Steve Roth, just sold their ten-room co-op at 800 Park Avenue.
If this 129-unit condominium’s residents aren’t in shape when they buy their apartments, they will have no excuse after they move in.
Readers sound off on Gerald Boyd, Brooke Astor, and Red Hook.
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