Patrice O’Neal was a big-hearted philosopher-stand-up who delighted in bullying his audiences and reducing even the nastiest insult comics to tears.
By Adrian Nicole LeBlanc
The rare-wine market is all about turning doubt into mystique, and no one had more mystique than Rudy Kurniawan.
By Benjamin Wallace
In which the Huntsman girls seek to secure their place in political society.
The 21-term congressman heads into a June primary looking increasingly vulnerable.
Cornell’s high-stakes commission.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
The madness of pathologizing grief.
Taking in the view from the top with the unlikely new king of morning television.
The Barnes Collection’s splendid new building can’t vanquish art claustrophobia. Yet maybe, just maybe, the old kook knew what he was doing.
Wobbly sets, incomprehensible plots, a star who couldn’t learn his lines: Can any film possibly keep up with the original Dark Shadows?
Joe Biden’s blunder made Barack Obama tie the knot sooner than planned—but he still may get to live happily ever after.
Terroir Wine Bar opens a seasonal outpost at the Porch on the High Line.
Ciaté’s manicure kit, a hyper-local globe, and more new stuff in stores.
“She has her dad’s blue eyes, but yeah, we look alike, which is fun.”
Contemporary art, notorious nightclubs, and Frenchified cafés.
Daniel Humm’s casual alternative to his signature kitchen offers terrific food, but at crazy prices.
The bluefish is much maligned by detractors for tasting “fishy,” but taste is subjective.
A survey of the new, local, hyperspecialized of-the-month clubs.
Readers sound off on Mark Zuckerberg, Cornel West, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.