ACE silent auction: Did anyone notice?
Beneath the stone walls and metal arches of the Queensboro Bridge on E. 59th st, two young men in navy blue jump suits scour the trail of cabs for important looking people. They run swiftly towards men in tailored...
Christie’s keeps them coming…and how!
In an unusual move, architecture was the surprise star of Christie’s recent 20th Century Decorative Art and Design event. Around fifty potential bidders were treated to a reception at the famous auction house to get a sneak peak of...
Dance Astounds at the Astaire Awards.
This much was clear to anyone in attendance at the recent Fred Astaire Awards- the organizers adore dance. The ceremony did much more than pay lip service to the art of dance, it actively embraced it by showcasing number after...
Matt Assante Blows it all away…
If anyone has had the pleasure of spending their afternoons smashing their brain cells to champagne, rubbing their oil slicked backs up against a cavernous boom box (not to mention another oil slicked body, the type of course you...
St.Tropez finally arrives in Manhattan.
This Saturday, I found myself at the Gansevoort Hotel for the launch of their summer rooftop bikini brunch party, and the first hint I had of the impending mayhem above was at the door. Tim, the true New York...
If only Frank Zappa had sounded like Electric Black…
A lot of bands begin their journey haphazardly enough, perhaps inviting a few acquaintances to their first gig and putting up inscrutable fliers here and there. But Electric Black, being Electric Black, went a little further, hitting the streets...
Pump and Dump: the Society of the Spectacle.
Famed philosopher Guy Debord wrote on the Society of the Spectacle, the point at which meaning falls victim to bullshit. It is, in simpler terms, all pomp without circumstance. In this world, the symbolism of an object, the theatre...
Literary titillation at Bomb Mag and Granta Book Expo’s Bash…
The tender breasted coed cavorts coquettishly with the English professor. He is yellowed like so many pages of so many books sitting on so many shelves in his many-windowed office. He is a rake with a rapier wit. He...
Culinary star David Bouley and The Economist’s Tom Standage dazzle.
I haven’t quite figured out what heaven tastes like but I know at this very instant it’s somewhere halfway between my tongue and the better part of my imagination. The gentleman standing in front of me hasn’t bothered to...
Flamenco stars at Soho Art Salon Party.
Gilles Larrain, preeminent SoHo photographer, artist, and flamenco guitarist has added another notch to his belt: supporter of New York City studio artists (and damn good party host). Along with organizer Thomas Shelford and Gilles’ wife Louda, Larrain opened...
Chocolat & Vin, Indoor Decadence during the Rain.
On a beyond dreary, depressing and wet Thursday night, I popped up my umbrella and grudgingly headed through China town to the St. Jude’s Chocolat au Vin (mais oui, that is chocolate and wine) fete. Dropped curb side, I...
What happens when you bring an Englishman to NY via LA?
Once in a while in their merry excursions across town one can come across an interesting eclectic group of individuals. That said we did just that quite recently when we ran across English émigré Alexander Purcell and his Californian...
DBGB: Daniel Boulud’s got balls…
Daniel Boulud has opened his newest culinary craze - DBGB kitchen and bar at 299 Bowery. Open to the public in June, DBGB stands apart from the remainder of Boulud’s decadent resume, which includes Bar Boulud, Cafe Boulud, DB...
The Etiquette of Eating like a King on a Pauper’s Paycheck.
“Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper.” Many of us have heard this quote from Adelle Davis, a famed nutritionist. Health does matter, but really eating like a king does not mean...
Why you like men in Uniform…
“Guess what, Mom?” I said on the phone. “It’s Fleet Week!”
“Oh, I know!” she enthused. “It’s Samantha’s favorite holiday!”
Yes, the fictional Samantha Jones’ favorite New York holiday has come and gone, leaving piles of empty beer bottles and crowds...
