While many bemoan the loss of bohemia, a few twentysomething artists are actually doing something about it. How Ryan McGinley and Dan Colen are turning De Menil heir Dash Snow into their Edie Sedgwick and filling a debauched downtown niche.
Before Election Day, he was a loose cannon sending shots from Harlem toward the heartland’s powers that be; now he’s a still-pretty-loose cannon at the head of the Ways and Means Committee. Tagging along with a bemused Charlie Rangel as he hunts new targets for his impatience.
The world of sports pundits can’t understand why Tiki Barber would possibly retire from football at the height of his abilities. And on all the days when he literally pulls himself out of bed to be lectured like a child, he can’t understand why they don’t understand.
Event planner’s architectural dreams may blossom.
Possible cop cover-up.
Block Party’s “ill house” ill.
They did super-duper.
The red power tie is dead.
In the days following the synchronized New Year’s drops of the Times Square glitter ball and Britney Spears onto the floor of a dance club, everyone seemed to be feeling gravity’s pull.
Manhattan’s once bustling waterfront is about to lose one of its few remaining working piers to a convention center. A longshoreman’s lament: Where will the cruise ships go now?
Who built the private tunnel that seems to lead to the Metro-North tracks? “Urban myth” actually based on bricked-up plutocrat-reality.
Three New Yorkers track everything they watch, read, and listen to in the course of a week.
Answers for the first-time urban dog owner.
An affordable but robust super-umbrella and other buys for precipitation season.
Jesse Johnson of Flight 001.
Store openings this week.
An ex-Londoner who defers to his hat-designing wife.
A promising but inconsistent return from the once gaudy, now relatively elegant Russian Tea Room .
A roasted-parsnip salad from a Bouchon Bakery chef.
So unloved Mix, twice unhappily revised, reemerges as Kobe Club, and the kitchen is already impressive.
Week of January 15, 2007: Taj-Almoulouk , Café Grumpy, and Yoláto.
With counter dining all the rage, we take stock of some of the city’s newest haute stools.
The culinary no-man’s-land known as the flower district has suddenly become safe for foodies.
In France, cassoulet has long been the subject of debate. Mercifully, New York chefs take a looser approach, catering to bean-stew classicists and modernists alike.
Stagnant developments aim for New Year’s rebranding.
The Culture Pages
Portrait of the artist as a young punk capitalist.
Doug Aitken turns MoMA into one big movie screen.
More bombastically unbelievable action from Kiefer Sutherland & Co.
What recent fiction is worth your $29.95?
Norman Mailer has a bone to pick. With you. And you. And ...
A brilliantly surreal Thai Western epic.
Movies buzz and backlash report.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
A worried Wall Street discovers that Steve Jobs might not be infallible.
Director Anthony Minghella (The English Patient) headlines Urban Stages’ “Estimated Time of Arrival,” an evening of romantic vignettes.
Four photography shows provide fresh looks at vintage material.
If the Met’s too much for you, consider these small-scale takes on new and rarely performed operas.
A real-life Night at the Museum.
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