Her empire of nineteen discos has dwindled to seven, and her New York club draws more of the gold-chain set than of the glitterati. But for the 69-year-old Queen of the Night, the party is far from over.

His latest tale, Word, is a jazzy, ironic appreciation of writing, filmmaking, and chasing skirt. In two of those arts, at least, downtown novelist Coerte v. w. Felske seems more than passingly adept.

Now that Silicon Alley has gone from Internet easy street to virtual skid row, what are all the Ivy League English Majors who used to have $90,000 marketing jobs going to do for an encore?

In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our intrepid staff writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

Founding feminist, Virginia Woolf scholar, and strong-willed enemy of the patriarchy (as well as mother, grandmother, and wife), Carolyn Heilbrun lived her ideals. The right to choose death—she committed suicide in October—was one of them.

In today's online economy, anything -- and everything -- is legal tender.

In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our staff writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

This summer, a handful of young, ambitious, Manhattan-bred guys has cornered the market on nightlife in the Hamptons. They make sure Tara Reid is in the house, everyone’s drinking $400 bottles of Perrier-Jouët, and, in return, they get one big payoff: the chance to become boldfaced names themselves.

James Carpinello's quixotic quest to become the next Travolta -- eight times a week.