Jessica Simpson is laughing all the way to the fashion bank.
Two photo-bloggers, the Sartorialist and Garance Doré, in a very rewarding ménage à trois—with fashion.
John Galliano’s search for his muse.
Where male models go to prove they’re not Ken dolls.
The paint-chip problem, revisited.
To be Don Draper’s daughter, you have to look the part. And 11-year-old Kiernan Shipka loves to talk clothes.
With a posse of model muses, and mentors like Anna Wintour and Diane Von Furstenberg, Alexander Wang knows where his girl’s at.
The latest very-bad-for-you designer drug has nothing to do with the stuff that goes in a tub.
The dream of an avowedly liberal media powerhouse to rival Fox News remains as alive as ever.
Hipster-approved girls dancing topless, just because.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
New Yorkese in the time of Twitter.
The real-life version of Fred Willard’s Best in Show character takes his spaniel for a walk.
PJ Harvey addresses her country’s history of war with mordant wit and a beat you can (almost) dance to.
Scott Brown sees Spider-man: Turn Off the Dark.
His music might be bland, but a new documentary brilliantly packages Justin Bieber’s Furby charm.
Grace Gummer joins the family business, after a few detours.
A survivor tests the boundaries of just how far a memoir of child abuse should go.
A trio of Cézannes walks us through the artist’s pioneering way of seeing space.
Artist Laurie Simmons finds her perfect subject.
So why is Jim Dolan taking over again?
The new café from the partners of Sorella, next door, should open in about a week.
Big retail’s big week, ladylike Valentino heels, and more.
“Everything is civilized with me. There is no working until two in the morning, eating delivery pizza.”
Michael White’s Ai Fiori lacks the sparkle of his other restaurants.
Citrus is winter’s most revivifying bright spot, and right now, produce shelves are teeming with the stuff.
The Gowanus Canal: Toxic wasteland or real-estate hot spot?
Readers sound off on Cathie Black, Superman, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.