Prosper Assouline is building a publishing empire one high-society, style-obsessed picture book at a time. Who says publishers have to be boring snobs?

Philippe Starck has checked out of his hotel and into a SoHo loft, where he's dreaming up the housing of the future and -- with Peter Gabriel's help -- planning to launch a satellite.

With three transfers and a plan to take over the Biltmore, the Manhattan Theatre Club is the latest nonprofit to storm Broadway's commercial bazaar.

How Lloyd Kaufman of Troma Entertainment (Class of Nuke 'Em High; The Toxic Avenger) became the city's leading B-movie auteur.

Ronald Lauder is leading a campaign to revive Jewish life in Eastern Europe, so why are we shocked to find out he's been collecting German and Austrian Art since his bar mitzvah?

After a long, byzantine wrangle -- and as Dennis Vacco plays his election endgame -- the attorney general's office has finally come to terms with the Warhol Foundation.

The ugly feud between pop paleontologist Stephen Jay Gould and science writer Robert Wright has been simmering for ten years now -- except somebody forgot to tell Gould.

Eight elegant proposals for a memorial at the World Trade Center honor the living as much as the victims of 9/11.

Producers and players had a showdown over the use of digital music and the number of musicians your $100 ticket entitles you to hear. Was anyone thinking about the customers?

The Producers has become the season's singular sensation, as the Tony Awards surely will make clear, and a vote for A Class Act will hardly matter, but . . .