Intimacy is one of life’s richest pleasures, so for this issue, we decided to explore relationships.
The wandering days and bunk-bed nights of Fashion Week’s handsome rookies.
Proof that nice new clothes do not require major cash.
Their art is the party. Their gallery is the internet. Four young photographers who live behind the lens.
Kevahn Thorpe is a serial shoplifter for whom jail was not too steep a price to pay for the labels he loves.
A big bracelet or two is all the jewelry that’s required.
Nothing like a (virtual) day in the country, with some models wearing spring’s sweetest, lightest clothes.
Spring’s best going-out clothes get a local test-drive at Goldbar and La Esquina.
are lying here on a really nice Persian rug in the Bowery Hotel, thinking of a new song to sing.
Giorgio Armani reflects on some career-changing moments.
An Armani megastore, two-for-one theater tickets, and more.
“The designer of Cloak & Dagger is a dear friend of mine. I’m wearing her coat right now!”
L’Artusi underdelivers on the trendy bar-dining concept.
Daikon can be cooked into a delicious, savory cake.
Buyers are expecting deep discounts, and ads are suddenly using words like “fire sale.”
Readers sound off on Twitter, stoop drinking, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
The Bloomberg campaign has already hired an astounding, and high-priced, array of talent.
After the humbling of A-Rod and Brett Favre, are the days of the sports diva over?
The perils and pride in cleaning glass.
The art of accepting effectively.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
The congresswoman is already planning to take down New York’s newest senator.
Fashion Week ballooned over the last decade to World’s Fair size.
With Michael Phelps losing his endorsement deal, it’s time to look back on earlier falls from grace.
When one apartment comes on the market in New York’s most coveted co-op, it’s cause for chatter.
His debut novel, an illustrated story about a cowboy’s son, earned a reported near-million-dollar advance.
The patently ridiculous rise of Clive Owen, Everyman.
Loving, and mourning, scribbling.
Mr. Statistics, Nate Silver, goes for the gold.
We rewatched the films starring Supporting Actor nominees.
Spielberg-loving, Spike Lee–attacking critic Armond White is the film world’s brother from another planet.
Katyn, Andrzej Wajda’s morally dizzying vision of WWII Poland, is also a tribute to his father.
Brooklyn’s Right on Dynamite is the party for now.
Morgan Geist makes joyous dance music for tortured souls.
Uncle Vanya’s jumpy, star-studded Russian melancholy, and Lynn Nottage’s grimly lyric Ruined.
Producer Chase Mishkin is about the magic. She reads a script, she loves it, she puts it on.
Melissa Barak returns to City Ballet, this time as choreographer.
Lincoln Center’s battered chamber-music hall gets a triumphant rehabilitation.
Wall Street loved the new Treasury secretary but hated his bank-rescue plan. I see it just the other way around.
It’s taken the Red Hook sandwich shop Defonte’s 87 years to open a satellite branch in Manhattan.