Yesterday afternoon, celebrities, athletes and comedians gathered at the Waldorf Astoria to publicly humiliate the most reviled man in football, Boomer Esiason, in a Friars Club roast. Read More
When Lynn Darling moved to Vermont about six years ago, she thought she’d stay there for the rest of her life. Her daughter had gone off to college, and as a widow, Ms. Darling found herself rudderless. Vermont was a new beginning, a fresh start.
But as she pointed out on Tuesday night at a book party on the Upper East Side celebrating the release of her new memoir, Out of the Woods, which recounts her several years of soul-searching among the evergreens, Ms. Darling found out that she wasn’t the “self-contained anchor” she had imagined herself to be. She missed New York, her friends, her roots—and she moved back last year. Read More
On a recent Wednesday evening at the Greenwich Village Bistro, singer Sarah Goldberg belted out a variety of tunes alongside her accompanist, Jeremy Rosen, a veteran New York pianist. For Mr. Rosen, a 51-year-old diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic who has spent nearly half his life in the mental health system, drifting between hospitals and assisted living facilities, it has been a long, turbulent road to get to this stage. Read More
When we arrived at the new Ace Hotel in the now-trendy neighborhood of Downtown Los Angeles last Thursday, the attendant told us the artisanal soap was made from pearls. But what sounds like the Brooklynization of just another city—the shower lotions are from a local barber, the restaurant is run by the guys who do Five Leaves, the Greenpoint bistro—isn’t exactly that. Here, the sprawl is inverted. Read More
Having come off a grueling, eight-month-long tour in 2013, Andrew W.K., the wildly extroverted singer and musician, is, for the moment at least, thinking harder than he’s partying. Read More
The Transom was recently kicked out of a Russian souvenirs shop—not once, but twice. Although we almost never went in in the first place. For more than a year, the ancient, darkened storefront on East 14th Street—simply called “Russian Souvenirs”—terrified and mesmerized us in equal parts. Stolen glances through the cracked, dusty window revealed Soviet military caps, rows of eerie nesting dolls, mismatched animal figurines, hanging textiles and—bizarrely—a rack of lens-less glasses. Read More
Anna Margaret Hollyman hadn’t thought much about Christmas films as a genre until she starred in White Reindeer, a new dark comedy directed by Zach Clark that deals with holiday cheer in ways more sadistic than most viewers may be used to. But what Ms. Hollyman quickly realized, as she prepared for the part, was that most of the Christmas movies she had seen as a kid were, upon closer inspection, much gloomier than she had remembered. Read More
John Goodman sounded drained when we got him on the phone. He had just been subjected to five separate interviews, and so we said we understood his plight.
“And I understand that you work for a large pink weekly,” Mr. Goodman quipped, in a surly yet avuncular tone befitting Roland Turner, the quick-witted, heroin-addicted jazz musician he portrays in Inside Llewyn Davis, the Coen brothers’ latest film about the early 1960s folk scene in Greenwich Village. Read More
Since its inception two years ago, Curly Girl Collective has become something of a social authority for African-American women who wear their hair naturally. In Brooklyn last fall, the group invited the bloggers Jozen Cummings and Franchesca Ramsey, among others, to lead a panel discussion on men’s thoughts about the topic. In SoHo last Thursday, CGC hosted All Dolled Up, a charity event that asked invitees to bring a brown doll with curly hair to be given to little girls during the holiday season.
Last week’s event attracted plenty of gentlemen, who cupped generous pours of Champagne. Most were single, mingling about and very much admiring of the natural hairstyles in the room, from the frohawk to the super frizzy. The Transom asked what was it that attracted them most. Read More
As I write this, I’m about to board a boat with “Lindsay Lohan’s thug,” a.k.a. Ray LeMoine, a guy whose recent press mentions range from face puncher to humanitarian to bar owner. Indeed, over the past few days, Mr. LeMoine has become a tabloid anti-celeb, and we’re on the run. Read More