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There are eight gray toupees hovering like a fleet of saucers in a glass trophy case mounted to the wall of Joseph Paris’ corner office overlooking midtown Madison Avenue. The pelts belonged to Mr. Paris’ most loyal client: Frank Sinatra. Mr. Paris, 72, knows his way around a... READ MORE»
In early December, I encountered four young women crying on the streets of New York City in the span of roughly two weeks. Clearly nothing to make a mountain of, but it was enough to dine out on over the holidays during the awkward pauses in the stream of the lighthearted marveling over how the world is falling to... READ MORE»
The fashionable thing to say, especially among those who haven’t been around long enough to know what they’re missing, is that New York has lost all its old charm. The wondrous character-driven businesses that once populated the magical, uneven checkerboard that was Old New York have all been snuffed out, along with the myriad of wondrous personalities that guarded... READ MORE»
It was 2:30 a.m. on a school night about a year ago when Seth, Joel and Dana left the party and headed into the rain. The party had been unremarkable, only this time Seth had allowed the open bar to get the better of him. He knew he was completely wasted. What he didn’t know was that a predator was watching his every... READ MORE»
On my way to meet the Last Crack Hipster, I bought a soda at a bodega around the corner from where he lives in Brooklyn. I must have missed him by a minute. The bodega sells crack pipes, too. Most bodegas in the city do. The pipes used to be disguised as glass tubes, corked at both ends, containing tiny roses. No one bought them for the roses. Now they come in the form... READ MORE»
As a boy, growing up in the leafy enclave of Kent, Conn., Devon Gilroy exhibited all the signs of an obsessive-compulsive destined for a lonesome adulthood fraught with daily battles trying to control the uncontrollable. Ketchup was a big thing, early on—the mere sight of it was cause for alarm. Furthermore, everything had to be cooked all the way through. Different food groups could not be touching, not even a little. He was,... READ MORE»
Meet Doug Biviano: Brooklyn-born, just like his father and his father before him; a Brooklyn Heights resident, a P.S. 8 proud parent, as in his three kids with wife Lee are actually enrolled in the public school system; he’s a Girl Scout Dad, too.... READ MORE»
Fifteen years ago, Jamie Mulholland hopped on a sailboat departing St. Martin, where he’d been working as a bartender and dreaming about what he would say during his Academy Award acceptance speech. The rogue yacht let him off at a dock in Connecticut. Special delivery! He was 25, armed with a backpack, a few nights’ worth of tips in his pocket, a South African accent and a head full of vague notions about breaking... READ MORE»
On a recent evening, Fisher Stevens, actor, producer and tireless organizer of dinner parties, had rallied a crew to the chichi vegan paradise Pure Food & Wine. “Fisher’s like a good-time guy,” said Gina Gershon, who’s been to more Fisher Stevens get-togethers than she cares to count. “He’s like the catalyst for a lot of stuff that happens.” ... READ MORE»
Pucho is a sorrel-colored gelding with a white stripe down his face, big haunches and bulging leg muscles. He’s all power. Brasita is small, dark and feminine. Notice her well-formed knees and fetlocks as she coyly paws the shavings on the floor. The mare’s got great... READ MORE»
Lately, the actor Josh Lucas has been questioning his tendency to gravitate toward dark, tortured... READ MORE»
We were a tad disturbed the other day when we picked up the phone at the old headquarters and heard a menacing, vaguely familiar voice on the other end. “It’s Giovanni Luciano,” said the legendary Bungalow Bungler, whom I visited in prison upstate last year. “Yeah, I read the article you wrote about me. Yeah. I got out. I’m just down the block from The New York Observer.” ... READ MORE»
Last month, Michael Thomas went to see his doctor for a routine checkup. At the end, he joked that the biggest problem he was having these days was finding the damn thing. “It’s actually a real problem,” he explained, on a recent afternoon at his loft in... READ MORE»
John Mahdessian prefers not to be called a dry cleaner. “That’s a fuckin’ insult,” he said, between pulls off a Marlboro Light on a recent Sunday morning. “That’s like calling a world-renowned surgeon a... READ MORE»
"So he's supposed to be some kind of a movie star?” a skinny girl with braids asked her friend as they watched Michael Pitt walk out the door of the Tilden Family Center in Highland Park, Brooklyn, on a recent Friday. The center, which provides community outreach programs for kids, was buzzing with the rumor of a celebrity visit. The other girl confirmed that, yes, he was the movie star. “She wants to know... READ MORE»
