His peers voted him more influential than Freud. And he just got fired. Why isn’t Albert Ellis welcome at the Albert Ellis Institute anymore?
A look at the new world of haute property. When fashion met realty.
The evolution of André Balazs, tastemaker for the tastemakers.
Inspecting the shoppers while they inspect the apartments: Who turns up where after Sunday brunch?
How a Central Park West penthouse went from being a Depression-era rental to Calvin Klein’s home to years of unoccupied limbo.
Our team of design experts turns a $42 million mansion into a personal fantasyland. Photographs by Jason Schmidt.
Putting greens, celebrity catering, private wine cellars: Developers will do anything to make buyers look twice.
$55,000 a month; maid not included.
Giving Ian Schrager a makeover on Gramercy Park.
From sanctuaries to cells, comparison shopping—one room at a time.
Eight blue-sky proposals—and their chances for getting off the ground.
Playing Samantha might have helped Kim Cattrall’s sex life as much as it helped her career.
It’s a shame Jarhead’s so unoriginal—Jake Gyllenhaal makes a good soldier.
The late Stanley Kubrick filmed outer space, ancient Rome and Vietnam, but when the filmmaker first looked through a viewfinder, he saw New York.
The safety of The Odd Couple is exactly what’s wrong with Broadway.
“I’ve always loved Mannerism, non-naturalist aesthetics. When The Winter’s Tale works well, it takes you into that arena.”
Fiona Apple is peaking and Didion’s backlash-proof Magical Thinking rides high.
Unlike many who mix high and low culture, Elizabeth Murray understands and appreciates both.
At Christie’s, the Eastman collection goes on sale; at Sotheby’s, it’s the eighties all over again.
CBS’s all-star-cast disaster movie is bad in all the classic ways.
The re-creations—horses, swords, candles, cassocks—aren’t hokey in the least, except when William of Tyre foams at his bearded mouth.
A recurring guide to which shows are on the rise and which are about to crash.
Supernatural drama, or … supernatural drama?
How to make classical albums without cheesy crossover pandering.
Sheer musical excellence is what drives this ‘Cosi,’ one of those now-I-can-die-happy performances that comes along rarely.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
All was not so yummy at Rachael Ray’s launch party last week for her new food magazine, Every Day With Rachael Ray.
“West Wing” creator Aaron Sorkin’s new drama is set backstage at Saturday Night Li … sorry, at “Studio 7 on the Sunset Strip.”
At a skanky bar by the Port Authority Bus Terminal.
No longer come between Ferrer and Green.
Where’s Dr. Hofmann now?
Despite a “maple syrup” smell that enveloped lower Manhattan, the city’s attention remained fixated on leaks, reversals, and disclosures.
How a brewery helped make Brooklyn’s seedy waterfront safe for condo high-rises.
The nineties saw a return to the days of Engulf & Devour for Manhattan’s megacorporations. Now the new trend: the breakup.
Mike is everywhere as Freddy gets aggressive—but is anyone listening?
Scootergate is the latest inscrutable chapter in the perplexing political saga of Dick Cheney.
Why the American stock market is one of the world’s worst performers.
Classic running shoes reissued to sneaker-lovers’ delight, a better-looking canvas bag, and other hot buys.
Store openings this week.
Hilary Bolyard of Diane von Furstenberg the Shop.
This week’s hottest sales & bargains.
A sculptor who “curates” a simple look.
D’or Ahn is not the misguided attempt at Korean fusion it appears to be.
If the Underground Gourmet were to suddenly lose his mind and open a restaurant, the first thing he’d do is post an ad on Craigslist.
A black kale recipe from Beppe.
Week of Oct. 31, 2005: Pair of 8’s, Askew, and Aspen.
How can you tell it’s the new Harlem?
Knicks legend Earl the Pearl tries to up the ante on jock food.
Fall means wild animals on the menu, and the hunt is on at local restaurants. But don’t worry—the pigeon isn’t the kind you’re thinking of.
It’s that time of year when—even if we haven’t entered the New York City Marathon—we feel justified in scarfing down pasta.
The last dating taboo: not wanting kids.
Undiscovered islands, how to find solitude on Nassau, a beach for every vice and virtue, and more.
