The most famous Kardashian is a shameless shill, a curvy sexpot, and a genuinely sweet woman.
In the late eighties, Jane Pratt practically defined Gen X’s confessional voice. Now 49, she’s den mother to Sassy’s journalistic progeny.
Peter Marino is a former Warhol protégé who dresses like a Hells Angel—and the No. 1 architect in high-end retail.
Clare Distenfeld ended her quarter-life crisis—and her father’s midlife crisis—by creating the New York boutique of her dreams.
Marrying a hoops icon can mean a fairy-tale life of megamansions and stretch limos. It also means the glare of other wives at 41 home games a year.
In China, young white-collar elites are hungry for Louis Vuitton wallets, Hermès belts, and the style advice of their mistresses.
Athletic stilettos, shaggy fur, teeny tiny bags, and more.
Pari Dukovic’s fashion month portfolio.
Here, the wages of titillation.
Romney’s curious brand of bibliophilia.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
The allure of Instagram storm porn.
The JPMorgan Chase CEO is really, really, really sorry. Except when he’s not.
Zachary Booth’s ventriloquist act.
Lionel Loueke plays like a natural. But it took him a decade of relentless practice to sound that way.
Frank Langella spars with an android accomplice in Robot & Frank.
A reworked Into the Woods is strange, awkward, flawed—and a powerful success.
The spooky-creepy-beautiful The Murder of Crows washes visitors in mysterious sound.
Boss, Copper, and Hell on Wheels share Deadwood DNA.
Even to a devoted fan, it’s getting harder to watch the NFL.
Maison Kayser, the Parisian bakery and café that just opened in New York, may be an international chain, but do not mistake it for Au Bon Pain.
A Coach duffle bag, a Hex Code wallet case, and more new stuff in stores.
“My son always tells me pleats are out, but I like them.”
For Lulu & Po chef Matthew Hamilton, this time it’s personal.
Why not go a different route with artichokes?
Although the chef references the Big Easy with jambalaya balls and baked oysters, he considers Exchange Alley strictly “a New York joint.”
What to drink (and eat) at Pork Slope, opening next week in Park Slope.
As the high-tech methods for brewing and selling iced coffee proliferate, one café looks to the past.
Why your pint is being downsized.
Readers sound off on the Sex Issue, Jeff Greene, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.