Barack Obama could be the first post-baby-boom, post-ideology, post-race president.
The Yankees and Mets play with completely different attitudes—the Bombers beset by fragility and conflict, the Mets by irrepressibility and goofiness.
Can all that dough give her a chance against Cuomo?
Competition all sewn up.
Company called unmaternal.
Gladiator’s gentle wisdom.
Antiquities cop on the beat.
Manhattan remained the world’s capital of geopolitical stand-up.
The last New Yorker standing on Project Runway is also the show�s token real adult.
Spying on the babysitter has never been easier.
College students rate him the most comely professor in town.
Manhattan played host to the world’s most powerful tourists last week, and there weren’t enough presidential suites to go around.
Everyone has apocalypse fever: liberals and conservatives, ministers and scientists, sober scholars and zoned-out hallucinogen enthusiasts.
A winter special on flights to a place where it’s still summer, freshly mixed perfume
Getting back together with a bit of Google stalking.
A former Miss Teen USA on the unimportance of wearing clothes that match.
Fresh-ingredient fetishizing done right at the Tasting Room.
A black-mint granité recipe from an A Voce pastry chef.
Will a younger crowd be drawn to Picholine, as chef-owner Terrance Brennan hopes?
Week of October 2, 2006: Porter House New York, STK, Fika.
A guide to gnocchi and its siblings.
The months-with-an-R rule is obsolete, but now that autumn’s here, so are the oyster festivals.
At the Smith & Wollensky Group’s biannual Wine Week, a $10 surcharge buys you ten generous samples from a rotating roster.
A runway wrap-up of the spring trends that sprang from the collective fashion unconscious.
Dave Ortiz of Dave’s Quality Meat.
Petrou Opens on Madison Avenue.
Our picks from the October lineup at Makor, the 92nd Street Y’s performing-arts center on the West Side.
Promising fare from the Seventh Annual Estrogenius Festival, a monthlong celebration of women’s creativity.
Local bands of the moment come home.
The best of City Center’s $10-for-everything, world-class Fall for Dance festival.
The Doodlebops go on the record.
Two up-and-coming artists and one of-the-moment director.
After Sex and the City, Cynthia Nixon is happy just to be the discerning theatergoer’s favorite actress again.
Stephen Frears and Helen Mirren combine their powers for a fantastic movie about Queen Elizabeth II.
John Cameron Mitchell on his fun, uplifting hard-core sex movie.
A staple of New York’s eighties punk scene, Dito Montiel has turned his memoir into a movie with Robert Downey Jr. and Rosario Dawson.
Which new releases are worth plucking from the bookstore shelf.
Nature photography with a subtext of miserable pessimism.
An art-lover’s tour.
Hit-and-miss contemporary twists on one of Handel’s best works.
Michael C. Hall smartly underplays a role as a maniacal serial killer in Dexter.
Chris Parnell isn’t known for funny catchphrases or wacky characters.
A glorious six-hour account of the civil-rights movement.
However much J. J. (Lost) Abrams is actually involved in this tedious series of interlocking melodramas, it’s still not enough to make us care.
Don’t miss executive producer Salma Hayek’s hilarious guest appearance in the pilot, as a sexy maid in a Spanish-language telenovela.
At least once a week all of us will get to go home with the spectacular Rosemarie DeWitt.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
