Innholdsfortegnelse for 8/21-9/3/17 i New York Magazine

1 New York’s “Fall Fashion” issue turned its focus to the plus-size market and the women who design the clothes, model them, and buy them. The cover featured Jada Yuan’s story on Ashley Graham, who herself disdains the term plus-size (“It’s like, ‘Plus what?’” she says) and is paving the way for a new generation of “curve” models (“Now, This Is a Supermodel,” August 7–20 ). Such a model on a fashion-issue cover is still a somewhat rare occurrence, and readers took note. Charles Monagan, who spent 24 years as the editor of Connecticut magazine, wrote: “About 15 years ago, we thought it would be a good idea to put a plus-size model on the cover. Readers seemed to think it was great, but a lot of the advertisers hated…

“I describe them as segregationists. In the United States, they’re people who believe not only that black people are inferior and pathological, but that people of color should be segregated, incarcerated, enslaved, eliminated. They stand in contrast to the assimilationists, who also believe people of color are inferior, but they attempt to civilize, develop, and educate these people.” IBRAM X. KENDI, AUTHOR OF STAMPED FROM THE BEGINNING: THE DEFINITIVE HISTORY OF RACIST IDEAS IN AMERICA “It’s clarifying to call them (or some of them) white supremacists. I believe there are many people in America today who are consciously or unconsciously racist; they hold negative views about people of races besides their own—particularly of blacks. But to be a white supremacist means to favor a political and legal system that enshrines…

New York has → always been a good town for idiosyncratic types; a population of 8 million people means no taste or proclivity goes unserviced. That’s especially true this fall, with new bars catering to horoscope devotees (Mood Ring, in Bushwick, will serve Zodiac-themed drinks) and fitness classes that pulse electricity into your muscles (at Shock Therapy, you wear an electrode-studded suit). But there’s plenty of mass appeal in this season’s openings, too: Surely you know meme sensation Salt Bae (né Nusret Gökce), who will bring his Turkish steak-and-kebab empire to midtown. And that’s not to mention new West Village all-day Italian café Pisellino, a surefire crowd-pleaser from the Via Carota chefs. (Their cedrataand-vermouth cocktail and homemade peppery potato chips are pictured here.)…

SORBILLO Enthusiasm for puffy Neapolitan pizza codified to within an inch of its life may be on the wane these days. But if anything can spark a resurgence, it’s this New York flagship from the Neapolitan celebrity super-chef Gino Sorbillo. 334 Bowery; September. CAMILLO The main attraction at this trattoria from the folks who also run Brooklyn’s Locanda Vini e Olii is the ancient Roman pizza precursor called pinsa. 1146 Nostrand Ave., Prospect-Lefferts Gardens; September. MARTINA Danny Meyer’s Roman-food guru Nick Anderer brings his ultra-thin-crust pizza to the East Village. Unlike the pies at the mother ship, Marta, Martina’s are doled out counter-service style. 198 E. 11th St.; August. JOE & PAT’S Speaking of thin crusts (and the East Village), 57-year-old Joe & Pat’s, the pride of Castleton Corners, Staten…

1. She’s Gotta Have It Netflix, 11/23 It’s not yet clear that deep-pocketed streaming services showering money on revered auteurs is a winning strategy—did you watch Woody Allen’s Amazon series? But if Netflix wants to bankroll a project, it can do worse than allowing Spike Lee to expand on his iconic ’80s indie film. 2. Mindhunter Netflix, 10/13 Sure, it’s a Netflix twofer, but come on. We can’t deny the irrefutable equation: David Fincher + serial killers = us watching. 3. Top of the Lake: China Girl SundanceTV, 9/10 Jane Campion’s first Top of the Lake season, starring Elisabeth Moss, was the standout among a recent spate of moody, female-driven procedurals. Now add Nicole Kidman to season two. Sold. 4. Law &…

WHEN LCD SOUNDSYSTEM called it quits in 2011 after three studio albums and a joyful, teary, and allegedly final concert at Madison Square Garden, it seemed as if the band’s mastermind, James Murphy, had achieved that rarest of music-world maneuvers—the graceful bow-out. But just underneath the meticulous dance grooves and hyper-self-aware lyrics of LCD’s music was always a deep vein of punkish restlessness. Thus, perfect endings be damned, the band’s forthcoming reunion album, American Dream. “I shed any ambivalence about coming back a while ago,” says Murphy. “Whether or not other people have, I can’t say.” The first three LCD albums formed such a perfect conceptual triangle. How does American Dream fit in with what came before? It’s a completely new phase for the band. Everything…

1. Prophets of Rage Normally the idea of a supergroup comprising talents who rose to prominence roughly 30 years ago—in this case, Chuck D of Public Enemy, B-Real of Cypress Hill, and Tom Morello of Rage Against the Machine—would not excite anticipation. But the coalescence of this furious trio at this political moment seems apt and more than welcome. 2. Alvvays, Antisocialites If Prophets of Rage will stoke your anger, this dreamy Toronto-based noise-pop band returns just in time to salve your jangled nerves. 3. The Gallagher brothers’ dueling albums Of course, all the Oasis drama—the comical feuding and the nearparodic rock-star excess—had to culminate with this: two solo albums, one from each brother, released in the same season. Sonic bliss, innit? 4. The Killers, Wonderful…

NO ONE DOES radiant color and pictorial unfolding in ways as endlessly inventive as the now-80-year-old David Hockney, our living maestro of the Lightness of Being. Openly gay, mingling with high and low culture as new artistic worlds were forming and old ones falling away, Hockney celebrated sybaritic and serious life—but also the abstract complexities of time, light, shadow, permanence, and transience. At the Met, you can behold a sampling of this English master’s half-century: drawings, films, iPad sketches, paintings, and more. Don’t miss the films he’s made about art either; they are among the most insightful I’ve ever seen. 11/27–2/25.…

JULIE TAYMOR CAN still recall the day nearly 30 years ago when she saw M. Butterfly for the first time. She’d heard about “this fabulous new play by this Asian-American wonderful writer” that was based on a snippet of a true story: A French diplomat in 1960s China, ultimately convicted of espionage, had become entwined in an affair with a Beijing opera singer who wasn’t quite who she appeared to be. Taymor thought the playwright, David Henry Hwang, “had a healthy anger—he had something strong to say about how America treats the East and China in particular. I liked it very much, and that was the end of that.” ¶ In the decades after, Taymor became the kind of director who might seem a natural choice to helm a revival…

THERE MAY BE a state that’s worse than despair: a point where you feel you’re near despair but haven’t achieved it. That’s an emotional register familiar to readers of Michel Houellebecq’s novels, and it’s a mood distilled to a high degree of purity in his poetry, which appears this fall for the first time translated into English in Unreconciled: Poems 1991–2013. “In a way,” Houellebecq writes, “it is annoying to note that I have kept the capacity to hope.” Houellebecq is the reigning gargoyle of literary Paris, and in his verse we see him move from morbid pessimism through misanthropic surrealism to nostalgic equanimity. There’s a bleak beauty to Houellebecq’s later poems: Many of them sound like prayers. FSG, September 5.…

DAN DOCTOROFF AND I are standing on the 26th floor of the first tower to open in Hudson Yards, in the buzzy open-plan offices of a Google offshoot called Sidewalk Labs, for which he serves as CEO. Mostly young people, jacked up on free Joyride Coffee, are collaborating all around us, some putting Post-its on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Google’s parent company, Alphabet, calls its start-ups like Sidewalk “bets.” (Waymo, the self-driving-car company, is another one.) What Google is betting on is that its technologists can and should mediate our lives, for the good of all. In the case of Sidewalk, the goal is to make a better city, and the company is in search of a municipality to partner with on building a digitally optimized district from the ground up:…

“EVERY DAY IS A LITTLE BIT WORSE,” a career employee at the Department of Homeland Security said when we talked in July. And this was before the president was equating white-supremacist demonstrators with those protesting against them and threatening volatile dictators with the possibility of military action. “But I can’t just say ‘Fuck off’ and leave,” the federal worker added. “I have a mortgage.” That reality is but one dilemma for the nonpolitical civil servant seven months into this divisive administration. Before Trump’s inauguration, there were estimates that a quarter or even a third of the career workers in federal agencies were likely to quit in protest. But so far, there’s been no mass defection. In part, it’s because most federal workers, at least the ones who aren’t political appointees,…

WHEN MARK LADNER left his post as executive chef at Del Posto in January, a plate of pasta cost between $30 and $40. When he opens Pasta Flyer this fall, he’ll be charging $9.99 for a spaghetti-and-meatballs combo meal. And while you might be tempted to attribute this downscaling to ineluctable fast-casual market forces, Ladner, who worked for Mario Batali and Joe Bastianich in four restaurants over 20 years, has always gravitated to the more populist segment of the industry. “After Otto, I actually planned to go down-market further,” he says, but Del Posto intervened. At Pasta Flyer, aptly situated in the shell of a shuttered Chipotle in Greenwich Village, Ladner will serve five variously shaped and sauced pastas, ranging from $6 to $8, and he considers his true competition,…

AUG. Oka wd-50 alum John McCarthy forsook Manhattan’s restaurant fray for the calmer pace of Hudson, New York, where he opened the Crimson Sparrow in 2012. This fall, he’s back in town with his take on izakaya fare: fried chicken and ramen, sure, but also cured salmon roe with yeasted sunchoke purée and chips. 439 Third Ave. Popina Southern meets Italian in the original Pok Pok Ny space, because who can resist a dish called Hot Chicken Milanese? 127 Columbia St.; Columbia Street Waterfront District SEP. Nargis Bar and Grill Uzbek cuisine—lagman noodle soup, kebabs aplenty, plov—lands in Park Slope with this outpost of South Brooklyn’s popular Nargis Cafe. 155 Fifth Ave.; Park Slope Tetsu Inspiration for Masa Takayama’s Tribeca restaurant came from the chef ’s world travels and the…

THE LOST LADY Three years ago, Robert Ceraso and Jason Mendenhall, owners of the Wayland, decided to open a bar called the Drift Inn. They got community-board approval to take the onetime Babel space, across the street from the Wayland—but then Babel decided to stay. Late in 2015, they found another space on Avenue C—then that bar decided to stay. Last year, they secured a third space … and then the Drift opened in Greenpoint. Undeterred, they renamed the bar the Lost Lady and tweaked the aesthetic. It’ll open September 7 with cocktails (lots of agave and rum), tacos, shuffleboard, and a CD jukebox. 171 Ave. C MOTHERSHIP MEAT COMPANY Word broke in June 2016 that Josh Bowen (John Brown Smokehouse) would soon open this barbecue-and-beer garden. He even did…

MAGGIE GYLLENHAAL and David Simon were having a civilized lunch one day when she mentioned, ever so calmly, that she wanted to masturbate on television. “I told him, and he sort of pretended to spit his water out,” she says, arranging her long body on the short wooden chair of a coffee shop not far from her Brooklyn brownstone. Gyllenhaal and Simon were discussing her role in The Deuce, the new HBO series from Simon, the creator of The Wire, and George Pellecanos, about the birth of the 42nd Street porn scene. Gyllenhaal had received the first three scripts as well as an offer to play Candy, a 1970s prostitute, which she thought would be “a very delicate thing to do in 2017.” The scripts were compelling, but Gyllenhaal didn’t…

Arcade Fire Madison Square Garden, 9/12 The Meadows Music and Arts Festival With Future, Migos, Weezer Citi Field, 9/15–9/17 Paul McCartney Madison Square Garden, 9/15 and 9/17; Barclays Center, 9/19 Katy Perry Madison Square Garden, 10/2 and 10/6 Bruno Mars Barclays Center, 10/4 Guns N’ Roses Madison Square Garden, 10/11 and 10/15 through 10/16 Halsey Barclays Center, 10/13 Grizzly Bear Brooklyn Steel, 11/2, 11/3, and 11/14 Janet Jackson Barclays Center, 11/15 Jay-Z Barclays Center, 11/26 and 11/27 St. Vincent Kings Theatre, 12/2 and 12/3…

SEP. 9/5 Fantasyland: How America Went Haywire: A 500-Year History By Kurt Andersen Random House From the counterculture to fake news: how the hell we got here. A Legacy of Spies By John le Carré Viking In his first George Smiley novel in over 25 years, le Carré revives his retired spies, who argue for the Cold War’s—and their own—continued relevance. Dinner at the Center of the Earth By Nathan Englander Knopf A secret prisoner and his longtime guard anchor this meditation on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict in a political thriller that zooms between Gaza, Berlin, and the Negev Desert, from the onetime Pulitzer finalist. Draft No. 4: On the Writing Process By John McPhee FSG If you’re sifting through the deluge of writing advice, look to McPhee, a veteran New…

SEP. 9/5 Resonant Bodies Festival Through 9/7, Roulette Nine avant-garde vocalists, three each night, perform at this now-annual festival—with highlights that include the world premiere of an opera by Joan La Barbara based on the lives of Virginia Woolf and Joseph Cornell and a work by bass-baritone Davóne Tines honoring black lives lost to police violence. 9/9 Faustin Linyekula: New Work Through 9/10, Metropolitan Museum of Art Faustin Linyekula, a Congolese choreographer who’s often explored his country’s lasting trauma of war and poverty, premieres a work created “in conversation” with the Met’s Kingdom of Kongo collection. 9/13 Four Nights of Dream Through 9/16, Japan Society Moto Osada’s surrealist chamber opera, performed in English, stages its North American premiere to inaugurate the Japan Society’s newly renovated theater—complete with a set by…

ON AUGUST 12, when a coalition of white-nationalist groups scheduled a rally in Charlottesville, Virginia, it was intended to demonstrate their strength. The actual event instead demonstrated the opposite, at least in its initial effects. Despite drawing upon supporters nationwide, attendance topped out in the mid–three figures. The attacks on counterprotesters that killed one and injured dozens horrified the nation. But what transmuted the failed rally into a rousing success was the response by President Trump, who, in a pair of rage-addled rants before the news media, drew the white-nationalist movement into the Republican coalition and gave it a legitimacy it could never have dreamed of. The rally’s marchers were summoned by posters depicting marchers in Confederate uniforms with Nazi eagles; they chanted “Blood and soil!” and “Jews will not…

 EXCEPT FOR THE FEW PEOPLE who were privy to Michiko Kakutani’s growing estrangement from her job as the country’s most powerful book critic, many readers were surprised by her July decision to take a buyout after 38 years at the New York Times. But one book publicist did have a premonition. She had emailed Kakutani about a controversial political book for the fall and hadn’t heard back with a request for an early copy. Books that break news are zealously guarded from most reporters and critics, but when Kakutani asked, you just mailed it off and bit your nails waiting for the verdict. “I saw Michiko Kakutani once at a party and it was like spotting a unicorn.” It’s usually overreaching to call any critic’s departure the end of an…

IN DECEMBER 2010, Sheryl Sandberg gave a talk about women’s leadership in which she mentioned “sitting at the table.” Women, she said, have to pull up a chair and sit at the conference-room table rather than clinging to the edges of the room, “because no one gets to the corner office by sitting on the side.” ¶ Less than a year later, I would take those words to heart. I had been working for six years at the Silicon Valley firm Kleiner Perkins Caufield & Byers as a junior partner and chief of staff for managing partner John Doerr. Kleiner was then one of the three most powerful venture-capital firms in the world. One day, I was part of a small group flying from San Francisco to New York on…

Chroniclers of Italian food in New York City know Pino Luongo as an ambitious, irascible O.G. of Tuscan cuisine, having risen from the lowly rank of Da Silvano busboy to helm such late-20th-century hot spots as Il Cantinori, Sapore di Mare, Le Madri, and Mad.61 before succumbing to ill-fated business deals, crushing rents, and eventual bankruptcy. Nowadays, his holdings have dwindled to the discreetly tony Morso off Sutton Place. But Luongo is a self-professed restaurant junkie, and this fall, he revives the name that he’d once hoped to turn into a national brand: Coco Pazzo , which means “crazy chef.” The original Coco Pazzo operated on East 74th Street from 1990 to 2008, and during its lifespan, the restaurant and its satellites employed chefs like Mark Strausman, Cesare Casella, and…

When Sunny Lee was 8 years old, she sat her parents down in their surburban-Boston home and made an announcement: “I’m going to be a chef.” Her Greek mother, whose specialty was toast, and her Korean father, who dabbled in soups, took the news in stride. But seven years later, at 15, Lee was cooking professionally—well, she was busing tables, plating salads, and mincing the occasional shallot at the Italian restaurant above her mother’s flower shop in Andover, Massachusetts. That led to the Culinary Institute of America, followed by stints at some of the swankiest kitchens around, including Blue Hill and Eleven Madison Park. Then, an epiphany: One day, while eating Korean food, Lee realized she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life in fine dining. What really…

FIRST LOOK The RealReal 80 Wooster St. The luxury-consignment website will open its first brick-and-mortar in Soho, with vintage Céline, gently used Harry Winston, and a collector-worthy wall of sneakers (Nov. 9.). TOP FIVE Konekt 41 Elizabeth St. Helena Sultan, former documentary filmmaker and current maker of surrealist furniture, pairs a fiberglass chaise longue with an onion-inspired mirror in her new shop (mid-Oct.). “My Thing 1 stool (from $2,585) is my wildest stool. It has a brass ring and upholstery, but it’s basically 14 inches of cascading horsetail hair from the Midwest.” “This Pyramid Sideboard table ($20,810) is made of American walnut. Each door is wrapped in goatskin parchment—and each hide has its own unique markings.” “This fiberglass chaise (from $10,140) is designed to embrace your body. It’s for…

1. Blade Runner 2049 October 6 Duh. 2. Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri November 10 Who better to probe the fraying social fabric of rural America than foulmouthed bad-boy U.K. playwright Martin McDonagh? His plays (The Beauty Queen of Leenane) are marvels; his films (In Bruges) are cult favorites, and this time he’s got the inestimable Frances McDormand at his disposal. 3. Call Me By Your Name November 24 The buzz hit of the festival circuit, this gay coming-of-age tale is the odds-on favorite to be this year’s Moonlight (i.e., the festival darling that could). 4. Battle of the Sexes September 22 Most ticket-buying moviegoers won’t remember the epochal exhibition tennis match between Billie Jean King and Bobby Riggs that happened way back in 1973. But this film boasts great…

OVER THE PAST four years, with only a mixtape and an EP to her name, L.A.’s Kelela has amassed a fan base including Solange, Björk, and Damon Albarn. Now, she’ll release her official debut, Take Me Apart, a sorta-concept record about a breakup that expertly mixes ’90s R&B, electronics, and psychedelic soul. She promises her follow-up won’t take so long: “From [Take Me Apart], I learned that I know what I’m doing and what my shit is. It was, ‘Kels, you said it was A in the beginning, then you went to B, you entertained his idea on C, you tried her idea on D, and it’s actually just A.’ I had to go through all that madness so next time I could be like, ‘No, I’m pretty sure it’s…

FORGET JULIUS CAESAR. For full-throttle rage-against-the-machine Shakespeare, I’m holding out (and holding my breath) for director Thomas Ostermeier’s German-language Richard III, coming to BAM’s Next Wave Festival from the Schaubühne Berlin. Ostermeier, who began his career as an actor, became an enfant terrible among German auteurs in the 1990s by bringing the visceral, can’t-look-away dramas of British playwrights like Sarah Kane and Mark Ravenhill to his home country. He then turned to the classics, putting canonical behemoths like Hamlet and Ibsen’s A Doll’s House through the wringer of his grimy, explosive aesthetic (he calls it “new realism” and has described it as a kind of revenge on the stupidity and violence spawned by a merciless capitalist world). Ostermeier’s Hamlet was the beautiful and terrifying German actor Lars…

JESMYN WARD IS, by all accounts, a faithful friend and a loving mother. The award-winning novelist is so devoted to family that she still lives in DeLisle, Mississippi, the largely impoverished town where she and her relatives weathered Katrina by huddling in a pickup truck after a white neighbor denied them shelter. But her love for her characters—from the hurricane survivors in her novel Salvage the Bones to the dead friends in her memoir, Men We Reaped—is brutal. Or maybe, as Ward’s friend and fellow writer Sarah Frisch puts it, “her love is as kind as it could be, but it’s a tough world.” Sing, Unburied, Sing, Ward’s third and latest novel and her first since Salvage the Bones won a National Book Award in 2011, is about the same…

THE COMPOSER, CONDUCTOR, and provocateur Pierre Boulez died last year at 90, and it will take many more years to sift through his innovations. In the 1970s, as music director of the New York Philharmonic, he befuddled audiences by taking all the seats out of the concert hall and replacing them with rugs and cushions. When I heard his Répons at Carnegie Hall in 2003, he had gotten rid of the seating again, covering it in scaffolding and terraced platforms. The audience encircled a central stage and was in turn ringed by speakers and performers. Plunged into a swirling asteroid shower of sound, we merged with the music. In October at the Park Avenue Armory, the Ensemble Intercontemporain, led by Matthias Pintscher, will play it twice, allowing listeners to change…