In which the protagonist dies mysteriously, and the audience analyzes his final days for clues to his real character.
Why is it worth organizing our Spring Fashion issue around the seemingly very basic idea of color?
Dandies, both of them: our cover model, André Benjamin, and Sir Paul Smith, our profile subject.
Commitment? Art project? OCD? Five New Yorkers who wear only one color all day, every day (and it’s not black).
French Vogue editor Carine Roitfeld is full of respect for the editors on the other side of the Atlantic.
Too light. Too red. Nothing at all. Playing at the beauty counter is depressing when your skin color is out of the range.
Is luxury really impervious to a nervous market? Gucci’s mammoth new midtown store assumes the appetite for designer goods is undiminished.
André Benjamin has already nailed a few careers, but what he’d really like to do is impress Beau Brummell with his new clothing line.
In a world of muted men, designer Paul Smith’s mission is to cure the chromophobic.
This spring, as long as it’s got petals it’s in season.
Nothing shy about these baubles.
These dresses don’t need a party. They are the party.
…waft like a bee. Nature only wishes it could come up with breezes this beautiful.
Makeup artist Linda Mason has been a neon champion since the eighties.
For spring, artwork came off the walls and onto the human form.
The kinetic male cast of Fuerzabruta dashes its way through spring’s color wheel.
Hanging out, eating, some lounging, and multiple outfit changes.
If this season’s fashion intimidates, add color one bit at a time.
“It’s a matter of layering both color and texture. When you’ve been a cat for a long time, you know texture.”
Bar Boulud is a rare misstep in Daniel Boulud’s carefully curated empire.
California’s exotic citrus makes its way east when we most crave it, in the midst of midwinter doldrums.
In no time at all we zoom over the Williamsburg Bridge to the charmingly rustic Fiore.
Week of February 25, 2008: Olana and Elettaria.
Real, honest-to-goodness dry-aged beef doesn’t grow on trees.
Red and white are no longer the main considerations in New York wine shopping.
There are good reasons to live next to ground zero. But the neighborhood’s not for everyone.
Readers sound off on Chantix, Seth Tobias, and more.
Only, as it turns out in this election, in three (more or less) hard-and-fast cases.
In the press, Hillary has been trapped by her own story, whereas Obama has been freed by his.
k.d. lang plays coy about her own iconography.
“Jasper Johns: Gray” shows off an imagination that works in non-imaginative ways.
Jumper and Be Kind Rewind dive headlong into our headspace.
Are there any underdogs left for us to love anymore?
The closet-romantic street cinema of Ramin Bahrani.
Phylicia Rashad and Sean Combs do what it takes to leave Chicago’s South Side.
Gaius Charles is in an unfamiliar position—benchwarmer.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Onetime deputy D.A. files to run for Big Bob’s job.
They were Guild good!
Boone sees a boon.
Save animals, not planet.
Or any Democrat, really.
But she isn’t pushing them.
Why Rocket hearings didn’t take off.
Who falls if Senator Clinton fails?
Lower Broadway shoe-and-jeans crowd not surprised by shady-wage charges.
How did Sophie’s survive?
Clowns and acrobats get kids moving.
