You might have heard that urban listings magazine and feature repository New York entered a synergistic partnership with the dating site How About We this week.
The deal connects New York‘s trademark recommendations for dispensing your discretionary income across the city’s bloated service economy with the lonely New Yorkers who want to get in on the brunch Read More
“Last time we were here, André said something that sort of stuck out to me,” said Shala Monroque, on the wintry eve of Fashion Week. “He said, ‘When I came to New York, I was very superficial. But it was O.K. to be superficial, because I had the brains behind it.’” Ms. Monroque and André Read More
Shortly after the doors opened, a young man with a two-year supersized Brillo pad hanging from his face sipped his beer alone, eyeing the beautiful women who’d gathered at the bar, waiting anxiously for the show to begin. Hours later, he would amass applause and the attention of a roomful of admirers as the winner Read More
The Oak Room, at the Plaza Hotel, is a woody, ornate humidor of a room. But on Monday night it was imbued with a considerably more contemporary vibe. Alexa Ray Joel, aspiring pop star and the singular offspring of Billy Joel and Christie Brinkley, was set to give the second in a regular series of Read More
Come the end of this week, a coterie of top brokers (like the game Mafia, no one will outwardly admit to having been tapped, but the usual suspects are presumed) will vie for the Petrossian of Candela caviar: the high-floor, five-bedroom duplex at 770 Park Avenue belonging to convicted felon Hassan Nemazee. Nemazee is serving Read More
“You should be shaking!” Physique 57 co-founder Tanya Becker belted out to her grimacing class. A chorus of socked feet swanned through the air like a synchronized swimming formation poised for an aerial view. Instead of Esther Williams, Ms. Becker led the herd.
On a recent weekday, the 44 feet, angled toward the skylights in Read More
Larry King didn’t seem too engaged in what Katie Couric had to say about their mutual friend Wendy Walker. Last month at Ms. Walker’s book party at Michael’s, Mr. King fiddled uncomfortably throughout Ms. Couric’s impromptu speech about the senior executive producer of Larry King Live.
“Wendy and I started the same day at NBC Read More
According to Matt Diffee, there are 10 reasons why a cartoon might be rejected from The New Yorker: too lowbrow, too politically incorrect, too dark, too weird, too political, too difficult to “get,” too dumb, too bad, too dirty, too all-of-the-above.
But at Fisticuffs, an Iron Chef-like battle of the cartoonists, held last Thursday night Read More
Salman Rushdie has the most bonkers friend group of any author in New York. At his book party on Monday night at the Bowery Hotel, there was a Bono for every Orhan Pamuk, and an Isabella Rossellini for every Phillip Glass.
According to the flap copy–sorry, Mr. Rushdie, it’s on our nightstand!–the Booker Prize winner’s Read More
Nora Ephron has many unanswered questions. Is this the beginning of the end? And will they go away or is it like the plague? The director of Julie and Julia adjusted her black booted ankle, pulling it closer to the seat of the white tufted couch in her guest living room. “You know the science Read More
In Room 844 of New York City Civil Court on Friday, Oct. 29, Judge Brenda Spears began to lose her patience.
“But why are the police there all the time?” she asked Dr. Joseph Mirakhor.
She was following up on the 31-year-old ER physician’s rebuttal to allegations that his drug-fueled, all-night parties at 31 West Read More
On a recent Saturday night, in barren, off-season Atlantic City, an Ed Hardy-clad throng swarmed the Resorts Hotel and Casino. They came for the fights. While blue-hairs pulled at slot machines, amateur mixed martial artists showed off their skills. Accompanied by decade-old nü-metal anthems, they grappled in a steel cage in the Superstar Theater–a classic Read More
“You always have your gun on you, which is bizarre,” said Marco Reininger. “You’re taking a shower and you have to figure out where to put your gun. It’s one of the first things that makes you feel naked when you get back. You don’t have a gun strapped to you at all time. When Read More
New York World The Social Network
In the past, storytellers have marked the villains of their narratives with a hump or a limp, facial hair, a cigarette, a severe laugh, a harsh light, something black and well tailored or bright and dandified. The 20-year-old villain of The Social Network, which premiered at the New York Film Festival last Friday and will Read More
The Transom was all set to interview Nelson Johnson, a New Jersey Superior Court trial judge and the author of Boardwalk Empire: The Birth, High Times, and Corruption of Atlantic City, the little history book that inspired the big television show of the same name. Then a strange message arrived in our inbox from Mr. Read More
