How Hollywood lives in (and around) a city where the only canyons are manmade.
Starring the homes of Chloë Sevigny, Angela Lansbury, Greta Gerwig, Zach Braff, Whoopi Goldberg, Stella Schnabel, and Paul Feig. Plus: the former
haunts of Brando, Bancroft, Minnelli, Fonda, and more. By Wendy Goodman.
Photographs by François Dischinger
On the Cover: Chloë Sevigny at home. Photograph by François Dischinger for New York Magazine. Styling by Benjamin Sturgill. Market by Jenny Kang. Hair by Ashley Javier. Makeup by Daniel Martin. Prop styling by Matt Powell. Ortensia Euro pillow shams and Antonia duvet cover by Olatz.
Searching through the personal archives of legendary Washington Post editor Ben Bradlee, Bob Woodward’s former assistant found evidence that a few key details of the Watergate story might not have added up—even, or especially, to Bradlee. By Jeff Himmelman
The novelist known as Toni Morrison—née Chloe Wofford—has won a Nobel and a Pulitzer, but at 81, she’s still striving to prove once and for all that she deserves her place in the literary pantheon. By Boris Kachka
The Wisconsin congressman has been hailed by the Beltway Establishment as an honest broker bent on slashing waste from the federal budget. But a close reading of Paul Ryan’s record reveals a very different reality. By Jonathan Chait
In a city full of air conditioners hanging out of windows twenty stories up, the pedestrian is ever at risk of being bonked from above.
The many winners of a merely rumored Kelly mayoral campaign.
Arboreal bragging rights.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
Music fandom gets rewired.
At the poker table—the $10,000 buy-in table—with the actress turned cardsharp.
Fortunately for Yankees fans, Hiroki Kuroda is nothing like his Japanese predecessor.
Prepara’s ice cream scoop, portable Bonfire logs, and more.
“It’s aquamarine. That’s the color that was on the dye bottle.”
Atera’s ingredients seem plucked from nature, but appearances are deceiving.
The stinging nettle takes its name from its deceptively innocent-looking leaves harboring dozens of tiny needles.
A Frenchman, a Greek, and a Turk walk into a conference room to rank New York–made Greek yogurts. Spoons, predictably, fly.
Nice Work If You Can Get It and Matthew Broderick are de-lovely.
Ghost: The Musical is technically impressive, and musically silly.
The Lyons is rare small play that weathers a transfer to the theater district unchanged.
A lot of admiration for an unorthodox Streetcar Named Desire.
The dialogue is smart and sharp enough, but The Columnist feels oddly evasive.
Leap of Faith vaults over a chasm of skepticism—and stops precisely three quarters of the way across.
Don’t bother with Don’t Dress for Dinner.
A first-time producer on what it took to stage Old Jews Telling Jokes.
Our body clocks have social jet lag. And it’s making most of us a little crazy.
Joss Whedon joins forces with seven comic-book heroes in The Avengers.
International Meats Local, billed as the “first sustainable street meat event,” opens May 6.
Readers sound off on “How to Make It in the Art World,” conservative political donors, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
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