David Framowitz says that Orthodox authorities in Brooklyn ignored evidence that he—and many others—were sexually abused by a teacher.
The danger of war reporting is typically part of its ruggedly glamorous appeal.
De Niro, Rosenthal kick the Observer’s tires.
Well, no, but Huey continues to search. . .
Opens new Hamptons front.
To Haaaaaiiiiiiiku!
Want his mandolin?
And proud of it.
A week chockablock with wrong turns.
Sometimes Grandpa’s just gotta sing. In a park. In Queens. For senior-center glory.
A social calendar of this season’s most over-the-top fund-raisers.
Fighting to keep the children above average on the Upper West Side.
Coughy, achy, stuffy head, fever? Uncle Sam wants to know.
The most promising picks from the Young Playwrights Festival, a three-week showcase of award-winning work by writers 18 and under.
New exhibitions at two museums and an outdoor sculpture park.
Two revered writers give rare public readings.
American Ballet Theater’s spring season opens this week—with the usual roster of dancers we can’t take our eyes off.
The best way to stalk your favorite (or least-favorite) actor is to go hear his band.
Park Slope church fills with kid-friendly sound.
Masa-endorsed megaknives, a coaster that helps refreshing beverages retain their refreshingness, and more.
Madeleine Alder-Cossitt of Opening Ceremony.
Store openings this week.
Four inspired solutions to the perennial New York problem of too many kitchen fantasies, not enough kitchen space.
A Goth dog-walker.
One French bistro that deserves an enthusiastic welcome on the Upper East Side, and another in the meatpacking district that’s superfluous.
Watercress salad recipe from Compass’s chef.
With its fourth chef in just eighteen months, in situ, the quirky little bistro Barmarché picks up the quickening pulse of this neighborhood.
Pies-N-Thighs, The Little Owl, and Fairway.
With popularity comes proliferation. We enlisted chef Masayoshi “Masa” Takayama to evaluate the best of the expanding Santoku breed.
Bathing-suit season be damned: Three food festivals bring out their calorific wares, all on the same weekend.
This weekend, over 100 artists open their studios in Clinton Hill, Fort Greene, and Bedford-Stuyvesant as part of the annual SONYA.
The comeback of the sponge.
Swimming pools, the ultimate New York perk.
Is Helen Hunt mad about Manhattan again?
308 West 103rd Street, Apartment 5E
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Paul Bettany, albino assassin and practitioner of the Brooklyn-style good life.
Wolfgang Petersen is way too intense to direct cheesy disaster movies.
The Da Vinci Code not only marks the big-screen return of mullets but also of an age-old Hollywood stereotype, the evil albino.
Festival-judging with Moby.
Disney’s Tarzan musical is a technically amazing bore.
Brían F. O’Byrne’s star turn as a Dublin therapist.
Leonard Cohen maintains his serenity amid chaos and lawsuits.
Jancee Dunn, grand wizard of the celebrity profile and all-around nice Jersey girl, reveals the secrets to making any star open up in her new memoir.
The response to my essay on plagiarism last week was swift, so here goes: Yes, it is plagiarized. Ninety-nine percent of it.
“4% Famous,” Deborah Schoeneman
A profile of an Iraqi hospital damns the war in the most objective way possible.
A poll of 100 gay men on the end of Will & Grace.
The short and singular career of sculptor Eva Hesse.
Audra McDonald is Streisand without the baggage.
A Q&A with the hunky opera singer.
