When Sally Hershberger opened her own salon—offering the city’s first $600 haircut—it signaled a new reality: Hairdressers are the new rock stars.
The show New Yorkers can’t resist (or resist second-guessing), the Whitney Biennial, is hard upon us.
A treasure trove at Tender Buttons.
A Peugeot peppermill, Jonathan Adler cashmere, and handcuffs by Helmut Lang.
New creams soften Chelsea hardbodies.
A kitschy wall clock.
I scored a forties manual typewriter for $20. I know this Hermes will inspire my first novel, but it needs resuscitation first.
Suddenly chic Santiago, Chile.
Bad news: The Gospel according to Mel Gibson is no more than a brutal gorefest.
Terrence McNally’s Stendhal Syndrome mixes high art, base yearnings, and a smattering of kitsch.
Umberto Boccioni’s rude but vital Materia provides a key to understanding Futurism.
The Time Warner Center captures Columbus Circle’s shapely disso- nance-but muddies the details.
Boulez reconnects with the Clevelanders; the Met’s fizzy Rossini.
At Casa Mono, Mario Batali takes tapas to a higher realm.
John Leonard reviews Happy to Be Nappy and Other Stories of Me, Jimmy Scott: If You Only Knew, Beah: A Black Woman Speaks, and more.
Tom Brokaw, The Bush Clan, Fabian Basabe, Henry Blodget, Kim Cattrall, Amanda Hesser
Who’s the cuter Yankee: Jeter or Rodriguez?
Designer Stacey Bendet took denim out of the doldrums. Now she’smaking menswear similarly sexy.
In the space vacated by the short-lived Vanderbilt Station, Wolfgang Zweiger—who spent 40 years dishing steak at Peter Luger—strikes out on his own.
New this week: Matchstick Men, The Missing, Pieces of April, and more.
Mike Bloomberg takes a buzz saw to the teachers’ contract—offering an astonishing glimpse at his true vision of school reform.
Don’t count Comcast’s father-and-son duo out of the wonderful world of Disney.