She slept with Elvis, Burt, and Clint. But that was nothing next to eating tripe for the first time.
“Scars are in her name,” notes lovelorn rocker.
Last seen in Panama.
Fund-raiser is sweet gesture.
Harvard boots prez, kid.
Homeland Security doesn’t want to hear the music.
We learned that the city will be, within twenty years, home to another 1 million souls, and peoples’ need to claim their turf dominated the week.
Sophisticated celebrity-ranking survey shows which famous people Americans feel most influenced by as brand-shills, and why.
Crobar stuffs an entire other club inside itself! Don’t tell the community board.
Every New Yorker seems to think his or her life is a movie; the Actors Institute helps its corporate-world clients learn to play their roles better.
Steve Kurtz leaves his bacteria in Buffalo.
The fall of Harvard President Larry Summers is like Howell Raines all over again.
When is Bloomberg going to exploit that mandate we all heard so much about?
An efficiently awesome DVD projector, colorful highball glasses, and more.
Brandon Schoderbek of Dylan’s Candy Bar.
Store openings this week.
An art scenester who emulates Debbie Harry.
How to find the prettiest lamps, who makes the best bulbs, where to gaze at the bright blue sky, and other tips for optimizing your use of light.
At Ureña, the cuisine, thankfully, is better than the décor.
A pickled Jerusalem artichokes recipe from a City Bakery chef.
Super chefs’ favorite secret stores.
Just as the original Miracle Grill says adios, Manhattan is entering a new Mexican moment. Here are the most recent arrivals from south of the border.
Some fancy-pants chefs aren’t above flipping a burger every now and then.
Taipei, the next Shanghai.
An unexpected boom in Stuy Town.
Smarten up before the Whitney’s survey: Three artists with a big presence in the show have solo shows up this week as well.
Prep yourself at these events, and you’ll be ready with small talk when you try to chat someone up at the Biennial or the Armory Show.
Equal parts icon and iconoclast, Mark Morris celebrates his company’s 25th anniversary this month, and BAM is going all out.
Younger set responds to the TV-dance boom.
Liza Minelli has honed a talent for acting compellingly unhinged all her life.
A damning documentary in which the Democrats, for once, are the bad guys for once.
New York’s David Edelstein and Hollywood’s Lynda Obst engage in their annual dissection of the Oscars.
Edvard Munch, master of repressed madness.
Harry Connick, Jr. is game but ultimately miscast in a Broadway turn.
John Patrick Shanley’s pedophilia thriller-drama-parable has turned to new actors to keep running, and the transplant hasn’t entirely come off.
Doug Wright just can’t stay away from weirdos.
The shamefully fascinating pursuit of obituary study.
Dick Wolf’s new series contains an un-Wolf-like level of melodrama.
Never fear, America: Dennis Haysbert is back in charge.
Two really beautiful people make beautiful music at the Met.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.