One in every two apartments in Manhattan is occupied by a person living alone.
But while the notion persists that the city is more coldhearted and isolating
than a small town, new research suggests that the opposite is true—that New York
is among the least likely places to feel lonely. By Jennifer Senior
On the Cover: Photograph by Mitchell Funk/ Getty Images.
On giant piles of trash left by a generation of New Yorkers, landscape architect James Corner is building a park that has the power to change the way we see the past and the future of the city.
At The Box, Simon Hammerstein’s louche cabaret, a spectacular cocktail of class and crass has started to curdle.
Silda goes into finance, and Eliot wants to be an author.
A Fontainebleau shonda!
Decorporatized health care.
Soliciting for solicitor gen.
Citigroup’s 52,000 soon-to-be-laid-off employees weren’t the only ones looking for new jobs last week.
The post-bubble Art Basel Miami Beach promises to be much less of an haute debauch.
Governor Paterson’s Hillary quandary.
The British are coming!
A numeric summary of our troubled times.
Can graffiti be kept under control?
In all the dizzying complexities of Hillary at State, one thing is clear: Obama has nerve.
Outside, times are tough. Inside, it’s a happy riot of light, heat, and color.
What to pick up at the season’s top clearances and how to emerge with your sanity intact.
"I always knew I wanted to wear a suit instead of a dress."
Momofuku’s pastry chef writes HAACP plans, and will only drink milk that’s been infused with cereal.
Of all the edible gourds on riotous display at the Greenmarket, kabocha squash is one of the sweetest.
Week of December 1, 2008: Macao Trading Co., Buttermilk Channel, and Perle.
Txikito, 240 Ninth Ave., nr. 25th St.; 212-242-4730.
Almond is a haven for these nervous times.
Tom Mylan recommends the best chef’s knife for the spendthrift turkey-carver.
An antiques dealer’s home is a living tribute to a mobster-beloved designer.
Seven real-estate movers and shakers discuss this scary moment.
Jeffrey Wright’s latest role is the perfect last beat to a life-changing year.
A shiny, happy Sean Penn finally gets to play a saint. Plus, the cheesy allure of Twilight.
“I always thought the Castro was a Cuban restaurant in San Francisco,” says Emile Hirsch.
A new season of 24 provides the usual fun for our hero (crucifixion?) and a president for the Obama age.
The Paul Rudolph housing crisis.
The original chameleon shows her characters’ aging—and is reborn.
Road Show almost gets its motor running this time. Plus: Cedric the Entertainer plays Mamet cool.
It took Danny Hoch only four days to write most of Taking Over.
How much hoops analysis is too much?
“The longer I wrote about these people, the fewer possibilities were open to everyone.”
The Killers give up their Born to Run fixation, and instead deliver first-rate, multi-flavored pop.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
One more reason to skip Rock Center.
New meal services at three hot spots.
Readers sound off on Dubai, Hillary Clinton, Sarah Palin, and more.
Findings from the streets, files, and hard drives of New York.
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