Marc Jacobs is fashion’s awkward, lonely outsider. Marc Jacobs is fashion’s most influential designer. The paradoxical triumph of a lost city boy.
As Four distinguished itself as the weirdest fashion house in New York, which is quite an achievement. But nothing good lasts forever.
Five styles that work here—and nowhere else.
To a casual observer, the Maidstone Club’s exquisite golf course might be a symbol of upper-crust elitism.
Tommy Lee “Gandhi-esque,” Rod Stewart shops for bras, Bergdorf’s mind-control candles, and more.
It was a week of mercy and forgiveness, when hundreds of Hamptons houseguests were doing their best to forgive their hosts’ décor.
But the ceiling will live on—if they can get it out of there.
As more and more traders set up shop in their vacation homes, will the Hamptons become a suburban office park?
More primitive than a pedicab. Some say “degrading”; others tip big.
John Roberts’s seductive and distracting charm.
Handbags that are sleek, stylish, and practical; mink-and-lizard hats; and other tempting buys.
A six-nine Wall Streeter on dressing to make money.
Tips for the discerning tennis fan: where to get tickets, how to behave badly but not too badly, a grunt translator, and more.
Store openings this week.
Megumi Homma of Yohji Yamamoto
Club mogul Amy Sacco shows she can run a restaurant too.
A succotash recipe from Uovo.
Why Do I Feel a Sea Breeze on Delancey and Norfolk?
Week of Aug. 29, 2005: Cookshop.
Next week, when Audrey Saunders opens her long-awaited Pegu Club, cocktail connoisseurs will have even more cause to celebrate.
Dining options withing serving distance of the U.S. Open.
Sue Torres cooks her way around Mexico.
What happens when a broker needs a broker.
Rosario Dawson, the East Village’s most prominent booster, enjoys a moment before abandoning the neighborhood for California.
A great Ralph Fiennes performance drives The Constant Gardener.
Q&A with The Brothers Grimm director.
The John Lennon musical is another failed take on a genre that actually has a lot.
Lovers of drama will have to admire the sentiment, if nothing else.
As rewarding a night as we’ve spent in the theater all year.
Defending Bret Easton Ellis and other self-indulgent types.
How an odd medical-factoid best seller was born.
A curious version of Britten’s great Death in Venice.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
