Carl Swanson

Curator Cecilia Alemani is installing a canteen that pays homage to the Soho restaurant.

“Not to show my hand too much is a very effective technique if you’ve just had a scandal.”

On the scene at Gaga’s latest happening.

Extremely temporary quarters.

A documentary on new journalism and Esquire magazine by the son of one of its top editors.

Coming Soon: another high-rise. His West 29th Street toy factory is to close.

“Glee had its heyday, and then it kind of just slowly started declining.”

The more we know about each other the less hate we’ll have.

James Hunter never showed up for his second sitting with Alice Neel, who left the painting unfinished. What happened to him?

He always wanted to be the coolest artist in the world. But how much cred can one man appropriate?

<span>His new book, <i>How to See, is </i>a trenchant and light-on-its-feet collection of critical essays and musings about art, artists, and fame.</span>

&ldquo;For me, it wasn&rsquo;t about death. It was about bringing them back to life.&rdquo;

Halil Altindere’s<i> Space Refugee</i>, like much of his work, is both absurdist and humane.

Pre-Instagram pretty boys lounge.

“It is like presenting yourself to an old lover; to give to the city what I never had a chance to achieve when I was there.”

Cupid Ojala’s pure delight in being who he is.

We saw it last night at Joe’s Pub.

A new exhibition features works by artists responding to mankind’s not so stately ordering up of a change in the world’s weather.

A glimpse of the artist’s pre-fame work.

From the childhood comforts of Sesame Street to the gleeful pop perversities of Avenue Q, a new show captures the heritage of puppetry in the city.