What if the city was something you could remake every day, restoring bits you feared were lost? Pitchaya Sudbanthad talks to the street artist known as Swoon, including a full gallery of her fascinating work.
Elisabeth Eckleman just left home, and has a lot of difficult decisions ahead of her. In this installment, Elisabeth loses her high-school boyfriend and drives to college with her parents. You decide what happens next.
In 2001 Kevin Guilfoile and John Warner lampooned the new president in their book, My First Presidentiary. Now, with the real possibility of four more Bush years, they discuss the issues facing today’s voters. This week: how to fix Kerry’s image.
1. A man stood next to me on the subway platform carrying a dozen pink roses. He looked past me down the platform and back up again. We were the only...
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we explain how being a hipster is not necessarily a bad thing, and show how to determine if you are, in fact, really one of them.
Juicy private moments are often best kept private, unless they can be used for lasting art. Toronto photographer Robyn Cumming brings us a gallery of dramatic exposure, after the curtains are pulled back.
What name is good enough for a band meant to rock the world, and must it reference Elvis Costello somehow?
After a lifetime of rejection slips, publishing can be a trying, if not life-threatening, business. GRADY MILLER exposes a history of correspondence between a desperate poet and his unfortunate editor.
What’s a devout gambler supposed to do when the sports landscape looks so bleak? Why, turn to the current presidential race, naturally. A state-by-state rundown on your best bets.
The Starbucks has outdoor seating. Every day a man, presumably homeless, sits in the chair closest to the door. He smokes, giggling constantly, full-out laughing in spurts. Yesterday a different...
Our New Hampshire correspondent catches up with veteran writer Renata Adler to survey today’s journalism (when it seems like a PR agency for the government) and learn exactly why you don’t diss the Times book review chief.
Political conventions exist for the cameras, and the cameras like to see audiences with a sea of signs. But where do all those banners come from?
In 2001, our commentators lampooned the new president in their book, My First Presidentiary. Now, with the real possibility of four more Bush years, they discuss the issues facing today’s voters. This week: what we meant when we said what we meant, and going completely rhetorical.
Ever wonder why your life’s not more like Mel Gibson’s? Ever think maybe it’s because he gets better narration? Pasha Malla and Mike Baker bring us a batch of movie trailers scripted for real-life scenarios.
To all police and fire departments, to all volunteers, I know I speak for all NYCWe are and always will be profoundly grateful to all of you! photo by...
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we explain what’s inside a computer and how it works, how you can determine if you need a laptop model or a desktop, and the true difference between PCs and Macs.
I spent Labor Day weekend by a lake upstate with friends. One afternoon we were lying on a dock, when a duck swam by and disappeared around the bow of...
Is love different when it’s declared in the big apple, and if so, do you have to tell your co-workers about it?
Classical music was said to be dead in the 14th century, so why are we still holding it hostage? ROSECRANS BALDWIN talks to New Yorker music critic Alex Ross about the state of the art, which composers might appeal to different segments of rock fans, and exactly what he listens to at dinner.
In Cody Weiwandt’s article, in which he supplies the tough answers to Jadakiss’s hard questions, he gets a couple of things wrong. A burner refers to a firearm,...
From TMN Contributing Writer John Warner As a liberal, I never thought I’d say this, but here it is: I feel sorry for President Bush. Politicians lie. We know...
The popular and controversial hip-hop song asks a lot of questions, though it doesn’t get many answers.
Where’s the best party in town? Not here, apparently. After corralling an invitation to the Sunday night shindig thrown by the Bush twins, our good-intentioned correspondent learns how the other half lives and plays.