When Buddy Holly and the Crickets performed at the Arthur Murray Dance Party in December 1957, Holly wore a tuxedo, a bowtie, and massive horn-rimmed glasses. He was, in short, a star disguised as a nerd.
In modern-day Williamsburg—or Bushwick, or Fort Greene—current nerds and future stars are indistinguishable. Every other kid just off Read More
When French designer Sophie Theallet flew to New York 10 years ago, she’d planned to stay just a month. “I was thinking it was time to move,” she said recently, curled up on a couch in her apartment-slash-“atelier” in a leafy corner of Brooklyn. But then: “I fell in love with, uh”—she lowered her voice Read More
Over the last few years I’ve been something of a fence-sitter on the issue of capital punishment. While I’ve leaned toward opposing it, I’ve been unable to substantiate my feelings much beyond the old two-wrongs-don’t-make-a-right rule. It was only after my recent stint as a juror that I became convinced, beyond a reasonable doubt, of Read More
It was a cool evening when I arrived for dinner at Heartbeat in the W New York hotel on Lexington Avenue and 49th Street. Young men and women in dark suits were lolling around on sofas clutching cocktails or reading magazines in front of a large fireplace. It was going full blast, but the fire Read More
