On a recent Friday night at the Brooklyn Monarch, a music venue in East Williamsburg, the 1999 Smash Mouth hit “All Star” rang through the speakers to kick the party off around 10 p.m., causing the crowd to erupt into dancing and a singalong. One attendee, who gave his name only as Nick, rolled on…
Edwyna Estime was wearing a heavy, shapeless graduation gown. It was the color of charcoal and it reached all the way down to her ankles. And yet she had never felt hotter. As she crossed the stage to accept her diploma, she heard the cheers from friends and family members. She was graduating from law…
Mark Fleischman, who presided over the raucous, drug-crazed denouement of the celebrity-studded Manhattan disco Studio 54 in the early 1980s, died on Wednesday in Switzerland. He was 82. His wife, Mimi, said the cause was assisted suicide. Since 2016, Mr. Fleishman had been hobbled by an unidentified degenerative disease that eventually left him unable to…
Seven years ago, I was diagnosed with the autoimmune condition lupus, which includes an extraordinary sensitivity to sunlight. A baseball cap won’t suffice and looks silly with my urban professional wardrobe. Fedoras, trilbys and Panamas seem to proclaim the wearer as either an extravagant nonconformist or an anti-feminist reactionary. Is there a middle ground? —…
What prompts someone to donate a kidney to a stranger? The answer is not always easy to pinpoint (just read the viral New York Times Magazine article, “Who Is the Bad Art Friend?” to see how convoluted organ donation can become!). In this week’s Modern Love essay, “Man with Incredible Beard Desperately Needs Kidney,” a…
“Ivana Trump’s look wasn’t for everyone,” the designer Dennis Basso said Thursday afternoon, a few hours after Ms. Trump’s death was announced by former President Donald J. Trump, her ex-husband, in a statement posted on his social networking platform, Truth Social. But it was, for the decade in which she and Mr. Trump first made…
I love tattoos, much to my father’s dismay. I think they’re really cool. Some people say it’s too daunting to decide if they like something enough to wear on their skin forever, and I get that. It makes sense. But that’s not my problem. My struggle is more so that there are so many I’d…
Daisy Edgar-Jones bravely walked onstage, her face a ghastly white. Under her arm, a human head. “How could you do this to me!” she bellowed at Henry VIII. As the ghost of Anne Boleyn, Edgar-Jones, the hitherto quiet child, now slathered in face paint and clutching a homemade severed body part, found herself suddenly enamored…
Name: Maude Latour Age: 22 Hometown: New York City Now lives: In a four-bedroom apartment near Columbia University, with the same four roommates she has lived with since freshman year. Claim to fame: Ms. Latour is a singer-songwriter whose plush indie pop grapples with impermanence. She writes about composing a letter to her future self,…
Christine Quinn dipped a mother-of-pearl spoon into the bowl resting in its ice bath. Spreading caviar across a blini, she lifted the bite to her rose gold lips. “That tastes rich,” she said. “This is giving me rich vibes. This is the classiest breakfast I have ever had in my life.” This was on a…