Patti Smith, along with her friend Robert Mapplethorpe, lived a particular New York dream—the Chelsea Hotel, Max’s Kansas City, CBGB, superstardom—to the fullest. Now in a great new memoir, she tells it like it was.

Like Obama, she is more pragmatist than liberal ideologue. Unlike Obama, she doesn’t care what you think of her. In fact, she may not even know.

Tourists avoid the island's spooky, beautiful northeastern coast, which leaves more beaches, volcanoes, and waterfalls for you.

In NYC Prep, as in The Real Housewives of New York City, Manhattan is a kind of moral hell, corrupted by money and power and baubles and drinks. Is it really this bad?

The Brooklyn artist Swoon and her merry band of anarchists from deepest Bushwick are invading the Venice Biennale this week—on boats built from garbage. New York City garbage.

Steven Soderbergh hired film critic Glenn Kenny to play the owner of a website that rates escorts for The Girlfriend Experience.

Trust is a fragile commodity.

The Sacred Heart girl turned bisexual disco queen was never a lazy drug addict.

Stripped of their superpowers, Wall Street’s wounded action heroes have been reduced to working for the government—or not at all. The meritocracy wasn’t supposed to work this way.

The racial politics of the Obama marriage.