The leaders of “leaderless” Occupy Wall Street are busy planning
a year of action that could make the last two months look like a
footnote to history—with the potential to disrupt two conventions and upend a presidential election. By John Heilemann
On the Cover: An Occupy Wall Street protester on November 17. Photograph by Christopher Anderson/Magnum Photos for New York Magazine.
People who think Justice Elena Kagan should recuse herself from the looming “Obamacare” case might want to take a closer look at her first term. By Dahlia Lithwick
In the down economy, New York has leaned on its tourism
industry like never before, attracting a record number of
visitors and beating out Orlando for the title of America’s top urban-travel destination. This is good, right? By Michael Idov
Plus: Who tips, who stiffs; tourists traps for locals; two wild and crazy Estonians.
Herewith, an annotated selection of lightning-rod celebrity attorney Alan M. Dershowit's hate mail.
Opportunity in the Adderall drought.
Deflating a campaign myth.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
Can Jewish food go upscale?
Backstage with Victoria Secret’s next top model.
It’s been a fun run, but the end of the Ryan era has arrived.
Belts that offer a pop of color, REI opens in the Puck Building, and more.
“I can be comfortable and fashionable at the same time.”
Out of the bedroom and onto the boulevard.
A new style of Neapolitan pizza emerges from the oven by way of the Fryolator.
The often misunderstood sunchoke is actually a member of the sunflower family.
Why brave crowds and cold when you can patronize New York’s indie shops, sites, and designers directly from your own bed?
Short-term rentals have officially become illegal—and sneaking around the law has officially become epidemic.
Gary Oldman fretted about reprising the Le Carré Cold Warrior role Alec Guinness made famous.
Dulé Hill, back on Broadway.
In his chatty new history of gossip, conservative intellectual Joseph Epstein just can’t help himself.
Ralph Fiennes’s Coriolanus gets at the heart of the play and adds cinematic bloodshed.
Carey Mulligan, who sometimes drinks too much Red Bull, wanted the role in Shame so badly she got a tattoo.
The return of the sitcom laugh track.
In 2012, everyone will be eating French dips.
Readers sound off on conservatives, JFK, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
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