It’s our fourth annual celebration of all that makes New York City great, and why we’re all happy to live here—yes!—even as Wall Street crumbles, collapses, melts down, and takes a nosedive. There are still many more reasons to love the city than we could possibly enumerate here, although we have given it our best shot.
On the Cover: Illustrations by Rodrigo Corral Design with Ben Wiseman and Tracy Morford.
Thanks for Shelly Silver, who kept the laughter viable.
New York Volunteerin’ City.
Don’t worry about the face.
Vote for him, buy art of him.
C’est dommage, St. Barts.
New York politics looked relatively subdued and dignified last week.
Even in the crowd at Macy’s, people are thinking of more than just bargains.
Malcolm Smith negotiates with himself.
Pro sports are not immune to the economic collapse.
A numeric summary of our troubled times.
Bob Kerrey doesn’t understand why many of his New School faculty want him out.
Obama’s Illinois past is not gone. It’s not even past.
Suddenly, it seems possible that David Paterson will pass the torch to a new generation of Kennedys.
Our favorite gear for the season.
Rev. Epsom Bath Salts: $9.95.
David Del Vecchio of Idlewild Books, 12 W. 19th St., nr. Fifth Ave.; 212-414-8888.
"I was in Moscow last June, and one of my agendas was to buy a Russian hat."
In the West Village, a better breed of bar food.
Week of December 22, 2008: La Barra, Choice Greene, Ortine, and Barbarini Mercato.
If you’ve never tried tripe, New Year’s Day presents the perfect opportunity.
What if you bought in your chosen school district—and then the district moves?
…to be cramming for the Oscars, as the studios release their most potent hopefuls.
Can Carrey’s bet pay off?
The actress returns, ten years after her brief fling as film’s Next Big Thing.
Sandra Bernhard rings out 2008 with a few choice words.
Vik Muniz on guest-curating his MoMA show.
The early journals of Susan Sontag reveal a pretentious, insecure, surprisingly lovable narcissist.
He's done book and lyrics for the latest kiddie movie turned musical, Shrek.
Alisa Weilerstein, at 26, is too big a talent to be pigeonholed.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Roald Dahl’s Mr. Fox turns operatic.
Each fall at I Sodi, the gardener gathers the green olives and has them pressed at the local frantoio.
Readers sound off on James Chanos, women and alcohol, and more.
Findings from the streets, files, and hard drives of New York.
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