Innholdsfortegnelse for October 19, 2015 i New York Magazine

1 "When much of New York was sleazy and dangerous, nowhere seemed sleazier or more dangerous than 42nd Street. And when Times Square came to feel too touristy, it mirrored a parallel worry that New York itself was losing some of its intrinsic grit," wrote Adam Sternbergh in his cover story on the area's "new phase—perhaps the strangest, most inscrutable one yet" (“Live Nude Girls,” October 5–18). The story prompted a discussion among readers about which version of Times Square—and, by extension, the city—they liked best. “Anyone who says they prefer the Times Square of the late ’70s and early ’80s over what is in there now certainly never visited it before,” wrote doctordave77. "I used to walk through the Square every evening on my way back to Penn Station.…

IT WAS A SUNDAY, open-gate day at the New York Marble Cemetery, a small burial ground in the East Village made up of 156 underground vaults. Caroline DuBois, president of the board and future occupant of vault No. 54, sat on a bench under two multicolored umbrellas. Brochures and a donation jar sat on a table in front of her. "I think it would be the perfect gift for a hedge-fund billionaire to give his sweetheart," she said. She was referring to the family vaults she is set on selling, each built to fit a dozen or so decedents. (Or more: Each generation gains some space as the previous ones turn to dust.) They are the last two inground burial plots openly available in Manhattan. (Trinity Church's uptown cemetery has…

“She didn’t say no when I touched her and progressed to her more intimate areas.”—University of Miami 2017 “She grabbed my shirt and led me away from the crowd we were in.”—Colorado College 2017 “When he is making enthusiastic sounds.”—Bard 2016 “When she touched my penis.”—Penn State 2016 “Being pushed on a bed, thrown a condom, and climbed on top of.”—Knox 2015 “She took off her shirt and put her hand in my pants.” —Oberlin 2017 “If he reaches for the condom.” —University of Miami 2019 “It’s all about aggression, if she unbuttons your pants or touches you sexually first.”—Bard 2019 “When she reaches for the condom herself.”—University of Miami 2017 “She undressed.”—Pratt 2019 “She has to say ‘yes’ and be reasonably sober. I’m black, can’t take no risk.”—University of…

“Currently, I say that I am agender. I'm removing myself from the social construct of gender," says Mars Marson, a 21-year-old NYU film major with a thatch of short black hair. Marson is talking to me amid a roomful of Queer Union students at the school's LGBTQ student center, where a front-desk bin offers free buttons that let visitors proclaim their preferred pronoun. Of the seven students gathered at the Queer Union, five prefer the singular they, meant to denote the kind of post-gender self-identification Marson describes. Marson was born a girl biologically and came out as a lesbian in high school. But NYU was a revelation—a place to explore transgenderism and then reject it. "I don't feel connected to the word transgender because it feels more resonant with binary…

When I entered Smith College in 1959, no one ever talked about sex. Even among my closest friends—we didn't know whether anyone had had sex (we presumed not). For me, having sex was entirely out of the question. "Making out" was permissible but also unmentionable. A girl might be attracted to a boy, and even aroused during making out, but she could never appear to want sexual contact; it had to just "happen"—and even then, it was necessary to protest at each new stage. "No" definitely did not mean "no." I did some petting that I would characterize as "heavy," but I never went so far that anyone would get the impression that it was okay to go all the way. On the weekends, we went to parties or games…

JACQUELINE DE RIBES HAS AN actual title—she's Jacqueline, Countess de Ribes—and she's been given many more. "Reigning Queen of Paris," for example, and "Empress of Café Society." Unlike the formal title, which she was both born with and married into, the others she earned over 86 years of totally over-the-top living, doing things like arriving very late for dinner dressed in a Turkish disguise. Her father-in-law once described her as a cross between a Russian princess and a showgirl from the Folies Bergère. De Ribes had a dark, if privileged, childhood in wartime France. There were châteaux, sure, but there were also Gestapo staying in them, and her parents were as glacial as they were glamorous—she often says that as a child she was kissed only once. At 18, fresh…

ANNA STEGLICH, Retired Deputy Clerk and Equestrian What did you do as a clerk? I processed paperwork and handled cases from beginning to end. I actually worked on the Bernie Madoff case, which I didn't like. It was annoying—not only was he so awful, but there was so much paperwork! How did you get into horses? Back in the '80s, this woman on the subway asked me for directions to Astoria. We started talking, and I thought she just had the greatest life ever, living on a ranch in Montana. We ended up exchanging addresses, writing each other letters, and I went with my kids to visit her. She's now my best friend, and I'll go out there about once a year. About nine years ago, I bought my…

IN HIS 2004 book New York City Food, Arthur Schwartz writes, "Black and Whites were never very good, and nowadays they're worse." This might sound like harsh criticism for a food that seems to inspire nostalgia-fueled longing in most sentient beings. But the sad truth is these cookies—drop cakes, actually, said to have originated in central New York at the turn of the 20th century—can be disappointing, with dry, flavorless innards and junky fondant glaze. Still, their association with the city's old-world bakeries is motivation enough for chefs and bakers to tweak the form and improve upon the old model. Witness this summer's launch of the Black & Walt ice-cream sandwich, a collaboration between Ample Hills Creamery and Baked bakery. Or the Russ & Daughters Cafe's black-and-white sundae, consisting of…

Festival Nómade February 10–15 Osorno Province, Chile “It’s held on the coast of Chile in a sacred Mapuche reserve, and festivalgoers trek through a rain forest to a hidden indigenous community, where they can stay with the locals. You can expect to find yourself at an all-night barefoot dance party on the beach followed by sunrise yoga on no sleep. There are no borders between the musicians—like the Argentine singer Balvina Ramos—and the audience.” Carnaval de Bahidorá February 20 and 21 Morelos, Mexico “There’s a lazy river that runs through this 24-hour party where De La Soul and Modelselektor played last year; you can swim between the grass dance floor and the DJ booth. And there are these secret events where they just grab people and take them to a…

ON OCTOBER 22, John Mellencamp will open a new show. Not of songs at a concert but of paintings (an Arshile Gorky–influenced one of which is on the preceding page). The rock star is just the latest in a tumble of actors, singers, newscasters, and others of their famous ilk who feel the need to be seen, and taken seriously, as visual artists. I've written before about how freaked out I was contemplating the intense, almost village-idiot-like unself-conscious paintings of George W. Bush. For once, through his work, I got to peek inside his strange inner life. Could, I wondered, the same thing happen by looking at the work of entertainment celebrities, typically enshrined in their own publicity bell jars? Some of these boldfaced names range relatively far afield: Miley…

TV 1. Watch Supergirl Truth, justice, and feminism. CBS, October 26 at 8:30 p.m. Tired of watching emotionally constipated superheroes brood in the rain? Check out Super-girl, a hopeful, sweet, and engaging retelling of the femme-centric comic, starring Melissa Benoist as Kara Danvers, a.k.a. Kara Zor-El, Superman's cousin. MATT ZOLLER SEITZ POP 2. See Disclosure Brothers with the beat. Madison Square Garden, October 24. Even though the brothers Howard and Guy Lawrence were mere babies in the '90s, their 2013 debut album, Settle, established them as the most famous faces of electronic music's house revival. They'll hit MSG to play songs from their sleek, star-studded new album, Caracal. LINDSAY ZOLADZ MOVIES 3. Watch Scary Movies 9 Through your fingers. Film Society of Lincoln Center, October 30 through November 5. Nobody…

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On the first night of Dartmouth's fall term, a svelte young woman runs up to the door of my old sorority, pulls off a breezy white dress, and races inside in her bra and thong. She's apparently eager to join the party. Inside, sisters are running around in short polyester '70s dresses and glittery pink sunglasses: their "tackies," intentionally awkward outfits that are something of a middle finger to the Lilly Pulitzer sorority set. Weekly Wednesday meetings—modeled loosely after fraternity meetings—where sisters roast each other and drink lots of beer, have just ended. Downstairs I find a pong game, in which players use handleless paddles to hit Ping-Pong balls into full cups of beer arranged on a large piece of plywood. If you sink a ball into the cup, your…

There are girls for every sport. Some girls go for football players—"puck sluts" is a slang term for hockey chasers. Girls message you, get right down to the point and say "Let's hook up." Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook. I'd say I'm hooking up four or five times a week. Sometimes on the weekend I'll hook up with two or three different girls. Many of them are just hooking up with me because I'm a basketball player. They're using me as well. We're men, got our hormones and everything, and we kind of just want to release those every now and then. Hooking up does depend on what the girl looks like to a certain degree, and then it depends if I'm tired or not. Sometimes the guys on the team…

Last winter, Reina Gattuso was a Harvard senior majoring in literature and gender studies and writing a biweekly column for the college newspaper, the Crimson. She covered a variety of subjects, among them her sexuality (she identifies as queer) and Harvard's byzantine class hierarchies, and she wrote a regular feature called "Four Dollar Wine Critic." In February, she dedicated her column to the subject of sexist sex. Gattuso is not against sex by any means. "I don't say yes. I say oh, yes. I say yes, please," she wrote. And she did say yes at a booze-soaked party hosted by a group of men she didn't know. One of the men told her that because she was bisexual, he assumed she was "particularly down to fuck." He said she could…

ONE WAY TO IMMERSE yourself in a foreign city is by exploring the museums, shopping the back alleys, and dining on Michelin-starred lunches and bloggedabout pastries. Another way is to have fun like the locals do: in a bar (or several). We polled native nightlife lovers in London, Bangkok, Palm Springs, and beyond to tell us their go-to dives, mid-aughts R&B dance dens, and elegant hotel lounges. Starting on page 68, there's also the latest on the après-ski front, some multiday festivals that aren't Burning Man, and nightlife bigwigs' picks for the best party in the world right now.…

FOR CERTAIN PASTA-CENTRIC restaurants, the night before the New York City Marathon is like Valentine's and Mother's Day combined. Take Sara Jenkins's Porsena. One November evening two years ago, Jenkins discovered that her East Village trattoria had been overrun by an international mob of athletic-looking types who devoured enough linguine and maccheroncini to feed a small Italian army. "I was astounded," says Jenkins. What led them to Porsena? "I think they just Googled ‘pasta restaurants NYC.'" Last year, like a swarm of locusts, the carbo-loaders returned. This year, Jenkins has devised a special menu for them. After quizzing her runner friends, she learned that "marathoners are looking to bulk up with complex carbs and starchy vegetables—not too much meat and not too much fat." Thus her $55 Marathon prix fixe…

1 KINGSTON, JAMAICA Mojito Mondays. “It’s in a parking lot in the back of Susie’s Bakery on South Avenue, and everyone in the dancehall scene goes. You’ll see people like Popcaan and Beenie Man with their crews standing around on the periphery, and as you go toward the center, people start dancing. Every few months, there are new popular dancehall moves, so you can watch crews of like five guys performing the latest synchronized dances.” —Dre Skull, DJ 2 BEIRUT, LEBANON Beirut Groove Collective parties. “Beirut Groove Collective, a group of DJs and musicians, throws these parties every few weeks at different locations throughout the country—in vacant old houses, beaches, clubs. One party I went to on the beach involved lots of grilled meats and skinny-dipping in the moonlight and…

LOVE is in theaters October 30. GASPAR NOÉ’S LOVE is what one might call a "penis-forward" movie. Its opening shot, set to the mournful strains of Erik Satie's "Gnossienne No. 3," is a fixed-frame view from the foot of a bed of a young man whose erection is being stroked by a lithe brunette, her dark nipples and '70s pubic triangle facing toward the camera while he rubs her clitoris. We watch for three full minutes, our eyes trained on the couple's facial contortions and involuntary muscle spasms as they give and receive, the rhythmic touching of flesh the only sound other than the swells of the orchestra, until he ejaculates and she licks him clean. This, by the way, all happens in 3-D. ¶"It's not shocking, come on! It's…

RIGHT ABOUT NOW , the world's best architects should be elbowing each other out of the way in a rush to New York. The city is primed for another golden age, not just of designer skyscrapers and expanding museums, but of rental buildings where ordinary New Yorkers can live without pawning a kidney. We have a cause, a need, political energy, and a pot of money. What's missing is any sense that the residential towers and mid-rise blocks that will be popping up in the coming years need to be any good. As Mayor de Blasio's team fans out to sweet-talk community boards, cajole councilmembers, and admonish developers into embracing his affordable-housing plan, the talk is all about numbers: units (a.k.a. "apartments") and costs, incomes and rents. The administration nods…

MICHAEL DUKAKIS IS hunched over in his office in the Renaissance Park Building in Boston, rummaging through cardboard boxes on the floor. The political-science department at Northeastern University has just moved in, and Dukakis is still dealing with the upheaval. "For God's sake, it's sitting here!" he says, suddenly straightening up. Next to the window is the coatrack he's been looking for. "God, I'm unconscious," he chuckles, hanging his jacket up and taking a seat. At 81, Dukakis looks pretty much the same as he did 27 years ago, when he lost a presidential race in such epic fashion that moments of the campaign have become political shorthand ("Dukakis in a tank," "Willie Horton ad"). He has the same slight figure, the same owlish eyebrows, though the hair is more…

These days, Nicole is thinking a lot about sex. Not the sex she's having but the sex she isn't. The sex she feels like she probably should have had already. The sex that got away. This past summer, sitting at her kitchen table, still in the clothes she'd worn that day to her internship, she got the call she'd been expecting, and sort of dreading, for a while now. "I have something to tell you," her best friend from home exclaimed over the line. "I had sex!" Nicole brimmed with questions: "How was it? How big was his penis? How many times did you do it?" She was thrilled for her friend but also unsettled. The two of them had grown up together in Orlando, sharing so many of the…

SOME THINGS ABOUT SEX haven't changed, and never will. But for those of us who went to college decades ago—or even just a few years ago—some of the newest sexual terminology can be unfamiliar. Below, a cheat sheet. Affirmative consent: the explicit, verbal, and voluntary go-ahead for sex, given at each stage of intimacy; colloquially, "yes means yes" Agender: a person who identifies as neither male nor female Asexual: a person who doesn't experience sexual desire, but who may experience romantic longing Aromantic: a person who doesn't experience romantic longing, but does experience sexual desire Black in: to come back to consciousness after a drinking-induced blackout Cisgender: not transgender; the state in which the gender you identify with matches the one you were assigned at birth Cuffing season: the time…

Rubin infuses orange zest into sugar and cream for his custard, which flavors the apples as they bake. The lack of thickeners makes his tarts messy to eat, which, according to him, is as it should be. “Bakery pastry is eaten with your hands.” He’s always been partial to Mutsu apples and to Breezy Hill Orchard, one of his first Greenmarket connections. “City Bakery’s fruit tarts took New York bakeries out of canned fruit,” he says. The crisp, short tart-dough recipe was one of three master doughs Rubin learned in Paris, along with croissant dough and puff pastry. At the time, a simple bottomless tart ring rather than a fluted pan was considered somewhat radical. When Maury Rubin opened the City Bakery 25 years…

SHANNA PACIFICO earned her nose-to-tail bona fides under Peter Hoffman at Savoy and Back Forty, where she butchered whole animals in the basement. Then, at the short-lived Pacifico's Fine Foods in Crown Heights, the Brazilian-American chef took inspiration from her own heritage—an approach she'll reprise at Cozinha Latina, her new partnership with (among others) Josh Cohen, the Brooklyn restaurateur behind Anella. Myriad Latin American influences pervade the menu, but Brazil makes its presence known with a collard-greens salad, pão de queijo, a picanha steak, and the telltale trail of farofa crumbs. (Weekend feijoada parties are planned for the upstairs bar, opening later this year.) To drink, there is the compulsory caipirinha, plus Planter's Punch on draft and an "Ilegal Mezcal y Espresso," pictured below.…

Chelsea, Notting Hill, and Soho Bowling with Jonathan Rhys Meyers. I START MY NIGHT WITH La Famiglia (7 Langton St.; 207-351-0751), man! The Rolling Stones used to go there. Get the mozzarella wrapped in bread crumbs and then cooked in tomato sauce. It's like the worst stuff for you in the world, but it is just so good. I love a restaurant where you order a steak and they don't ask how you want it done, they just do it how it should be. It's quite an arty crowd, which is funny because it's in a nice part of Chelsea, but it's not ostentatious. My family always goes here for birthdays. My friend owns this Caribbean restaurant called the Rum Kitchen (6-8 All Saints Rd.; 207-920-6479), which has like 200…

Because hitting the slopes is just an excuse to get sauced. SOUTH LAKE TAHOE, CALIFORNIA For the past few seasons, Heavenly Mountain Resort has been bringing the dance party to the mountain with DJ Cat, a sound system mounted on a retired snow-grooming machine. Meanwhile, South Lake Tahoe proper is in the midst of a renaissance: There’s McP’s Taphouse, an Irish pub with live music, and SLT Brewing Co., a brewpub, opening this December. BAIE-SAINT-PAUL QUEBEC Until recently, this town was better known for its boutiques and art galleries than its nightlife. But the arrival of the high-end Le Germain Hotel Charlevoix changed things. Today, a train shuttles guests directly from the ski mountain to the hotel, where PizzaFestwood-fired pies served alongside a live DJ—goes down on weekends. WHISTLER BRITISH…

TRUTH is in theaters now; CAROL is out November 20. CATE BLANCHETT has a good problem: She's poised to dominate awards season with lead roles in Todd Haynes's lesbian romance, Carol, and the journalism drama Truth, but Oscar rules say that a Best Actress candidate can be nominated for only one performance. Ah, such is life. Sampling sashimi at the Beverly Hills Four Seasons while resplendent in peacock-feather-style dress, Blanchett spoke about her recent efforts. There’s a sequence in Truth where your character, Mary, goes online to see what people are writing about her and is shocked by the vitriol. Can I ask, does that happen to you? Where people comment on stuff that you've written? Oh, sure. I adopted a “Don’t read the comments” policy…