The Gates, in Central Park, 26 years in the making, mile upon mile of billowing fabric, is the largest artwork since the Sphinx.
How Susan Sontag became seduced by her own persona.
In the post-9/11 healing boom, a new battery of mystics like Sondra Shaye are raking it in.
The Bar Room at MoMA, plus Vijay Singh’s driver and Marc Jacobs sunglasses
Reviewing umbrellas
After the bar scene and the Internet, a resort to game theory.
A nursing student and would-be Top Mode
How FreshDirect feeds gentrification
Store openings this week
Jeff Ayers of Forbidden Planet
Strolling Pet Carrier, $129.95
Brooklyn’s Bouillabaisse 126 earns its name
How to make candied pomelo peel
Week of Jan. 17, 2005: Gari, Bond 45, Baked, Pukk, Babu, Carl’s Steaks, and Chop’t.
Do we really need yet another Italian restaurant?
A guide to the new St. Marks Place restaurant row
Sometimes nothing will do but a comforting crock of macaroni and cheese.
In the darkest depths of winter, the tea ritual is one way to warm up an afternoon.
Topher Grace acts out the life of his father, a Manhattan ad executive, in In Good Company.
Laurence Fishburne and Samuel L. Jackson transcend clichéd roles
What the audience really thought about The Life Aquatic
John Leguizamo discusses what shaped him.
Jay-Z looks to prove his rapper-as-mogul persona is more than just talk
An interview with Shakespeare scholar and secret romance novelist Mary Bly
Father of the graphic novel
A star of Northern Exposure returns to the screen
Island at War asks us to spend seven and a half hours on one of the Channel Islands, to get a reading on just what a Nazi occupation felt like.
With a handheld stick-in-the-eye documentary style, it postulates the detonation of a radioactive bomb in London.
Just because one of its executive producers used to work on Buffy the Vampire Slayer does not mean that Point Pleasant is at all funny.
Q&A with Traylor Howard
A three step fix.
Refreshingly ordinary photographs of Arab life
British artist Steve McQueen on speaking in tongues.
A new Hamptons spa—for cars, the porn world’s Grammy nominee, and more.
While the rest of the nation gave itself over to other preoccupations, the city insouciantly carried on with the ordinary business of life.
Born to be a medium, she finds New Yorkers easy reading—when they aren’t giving off “a meteor shower of stresses.”
A new stadium isn’t the only waterfront boondoggle.
You may not get to see—or take—pictures like these again.
Coalition of the Willing—the rock band
A high-rise boomlet in Williamsburg
Memories of an awkward, insecure Michael Ovitz during his last days at Disney
Why Social Security will do for Bush what health care did for Clinton