June 20, 2006, was a lovely Tuesday summer evening. In Carroll Gardens, the strip of neighborhood restaurants along Smith Street buzzed pleasantly. At the tiny eatery Saul, a throwback group of middle-aged to elderly folks, many of them Italian-Americans, were raising their glasses to one of their favorite sons: a real-estate broker named Allan Gerovitz. Read More
The first time I saw The Break-Up, the woman next to me sighed and shifted and muttered under her breath at Vince Vaughn’s inability to perform basic household tasks: Oh. My. God …. Jesus Christ, I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll kill him. I will. The second time I saw the film, the woman next to Read More
On the morning of Saturday, June 3, a line of wee Brooklynites and their guardians was lurching forward into the United Central Methodist Church of Fort Greene. They had come to worship Dan Zanes, the spiky-haired folk rocker who makes music that toddlers can toddle to without their culture-deprived parents feeling lame. The occasion Read More
On the morning of Saturday, June 3, a line of wee Brooklynites and their guardians was lurching forward into the United Central Methodist Church of Fort Greene. They had come to worship Dan Zanes, the spiky-haired folk rocker who makes music that toddlers can toddle to without their culture-deprived parents feeling lame. The occasion was Read More
On May 24, Stefani Greenfield, owner of the popular boutique chain Scoop, appeared on NBC’s Today show to herald the arrival of white clothing on city streets—which is supposed to happen post–Memorial Day but this year came alarmingly early. “It seems like we’re seeing it everywhere!” said her interviewer, Natalie Morales. “It is white-hot this Read More
Many New York City private-school kids went to the same second-tier Ivy, the University of Pennsylvania, as I did. They were a strange breed; as early as freshman year, even the unattractive and the boring carried themselves with a breezy sense of self-entitlement and contempt for others. They joined all the “good” fraternities; dated girls Read More
Many New York City private-school kids went to the same second-tier Ivy, the University of Pennsylvania, as I did. They were a strange breed; as early as freshman year, even the unattractive and the boring carried themselves with a breezy sense of self-entitlement and contempt for others. They joined all the “good” fraternities; dated girls Read More
John Flansburgh, of the band They Might Be Giants, was on the phone. “I have mixed emotions about ‘fabulous’ Williamsburg,” said Mr. Flansburgh, 47, who has lived in that neighborhood for over 20 years, watching as bars and boutiques began to choke Bedford Ave. “It’s quickly becoming a life-size replica of St. Marks Place, and Read More
John Flansburgh, of the band They Might Be Giants, was on the phone. “I have mixed emotions about ‘fabulous’ Williamsburg,” said Mr. Flansburgh, 47, who has lived in that neighborhood for over 20 years, watching as bars and boutiques began to choke Bedford Ave. “It’s quickly becoming a life-size replica of St. Marks Place, Read More
A thin, attractive woman was balancing a tiny newborn in one arm and a soft diaper bag in the other as she slowly, expertly, mounted the steep steps of a Boerum Hill brownstone on the evening of April 20—deliberate as a tiger.
“Now that’s the difference between Brooklyn and Manhattan,” whispered some single, childless, brownstone-less Read More
