Beneath Evan Rachel Wood’s all-American, uncomplicated beauty lives a semi-suppressed style rebel.
"I guess the main purpose of clothing, for me, is so that I’m not naked,” says Paul Dano, best known for playing Dwayne, the sullen, willfully silent son in last year’s indie darling Little Miss Sunshine.
Prepare yourself for fall’s new edge—watch those angles!; a modern-day Addams family lurks in tweed; The triangle is the latest in geometric innovation; fear not, cozy is still cool, as Cindy Crawford shows in loungy sweaters; but then, so are motorcycle jackets; ditto, dreamlike evening gowns shown here in surreal settings. In exuberant fashion, men get dressed. Taking some dangerous leaps in old-school suits; some talented young gentlemen in coats and corduroy dress the part of creative guys around town.
The Olsens—glamorous and bohemian—take their peculiarly prescient fashion sense mainstream with a grown-up line. And the result is surprisingly good.
This season, fashion takes on a dramatic new shape. Bid shapeless sacks good-bye; say hello to the waist. The female form returns.
One man’s seduction by the demented world of bespoke tailoring.
Can Hedi Slimane’s heir, Kris Van Assche, trump an icon with subtlety?
So many tried to make sense of the deaths of Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake. Why did this well-known art couple take their lives in dramatic succession? A chronicle of their descent into paranoia and madness.
Governor’s new BFF: the mayor.
Next campaign bus will be a beater.
It sure looks tasty.
Wrong bird accused of attack.
Flashing the tourists.
As the city draped itself in black last week to mourn the death of Brooke Astor, stock-market troubles aside, the summer’s darkest days otherwise seemed to have passed.
How she lived her life, very well indeed, to 105.
Astor always surrounded herself with people with ideas and energy. A decade-by-decade guide to some of those she was close to.
A selected tally of money given by the Astor Foundation (1959–1997) and Brooke Astor herself.
Dressing Mrs. Astor.
Yes, he was a great tactician. But for Democrats, his tactics are a trap.
For the first time in his life, Pedro Martinez wonders if he has what it takes.
The feather, rising star of the accessory world.
The freshly minted ê Shave, the concept of former sculptor Danielle Malka, elevates shaving accoutrements to art forms.
Flower Power Herbs & Roots, 406 E. 9th St., nr. Ave. A; 212-982-6664
The charmed life of two model-bicyclists.
A promising start for the latest chef of Suba.
Short and squat, with a warty complexion, the Kirby may be the ugly duckling of the cucumber world, but it’s also the best for pickling.
Probably you Justin Timberlake fans will haunt Southern Hospitality hoping to spot your crush sipping Mountain Dew in a back booth of this raffish joint he’s fronting.
Week of August 27, 2007: Margaret Palca Bakes and BarFry.
In a smokeless restaurant world, matches may have become obsolete, but not the matchbook.
Ranking hamburger buns.
How to approach the U.S. Open.
A pre-bubble buyer? Good luck.
Word is Gwyneth Paltrow rented a separate house in the Hamptons for her employees and it’s costing her a little more than $20,000 a month.
Trade one island for another.
Things have been going so well for New Pornographers front man A. C. Newman that he’s starting to get nervous.
The convulsively funny Superbad might be the most provocative teen comedy ever made.
In Ethan Hawke’s film The Hottest State, Catalina Sandino Moreno finally plays a woman who doesn’t have to sneak into the country. She spoke with Logan Hill.
Which New York–subculture films get the details right?
Why does Grease make everyone so happy?
What the audience really thought about Absinthe and La Vie at Spiegelworld.
Remembering Elizabeth Murray.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Soothing abstractions and well-ventilated museums are the perfect antidotes to horrifying humidity.
A workshop that’ll stick with you.
An uncommonly rich week downtown as the summer festivals take dance to unusual places.
We thought August meant corn, tomatoes, and lobster. Apparently, we forgot about pork.
No time for a real summer vacation? Why not take a trip to the country for dinner?
A pair of daylong Saturday benefits.
Readers sound off on James Cramer, nuclear families, and more.
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