Legendary adman George Lois’s personal style is about as subtle as a punch in the nose—perhaps no surprise from this street-fighting son of the Bronx.
For fourteen years, Tommy Mottola ruled Sony Music like an independent duchy and lived the life of a pasha.
Madonna, Marty Richards, Howell Raines, Michael Jordan and much more!
If everyone’s downloading free music, does that mean we’re all crooks?
As the protests revealed, impending war is turning soccer moms into peace moms.
The case for porn.
Italia Rustica linens, doggy clutches, and a new line of watches by Leonard.
Get ready to make the most of miniskirt season.
David Cronenberg goes psycho in Spider; David Gale is a messy manifesto.
Dublin Carol’s a sleeping pill; Encores! stumbles with House of Flowers
Musically, the massive Les Troyens is a triumph at the Met.
Six Feet Under’s third season is its best yet, but Queer As Folk is still a bore.
The Coral goes woozy for psychedelia; T.A.T.U.’s gambit is lesbian Russian chic.
At Sushi Seki, you’ll find the unexpected (jalapeño?)—and fourteen kinds of sake.
At a time of great national uncertainty, Michael Jackson has provided us with one thing we can all agree on: Whatta freak!
66: Better zoom over to Jean-Georges’s latest restaurant—before he hits la route yet again.
Radiance, the latest “facial filler,” lasts longer than collagen.
