Innholdsfortegnelse for 4/2-4/15/18 i New York Magazine

1 “Hope Hicks wasn’t a victim; on this both her allies and critics agreed,” Olivia Nuzzi wrote in her profile of the departing White House communications director (“What Hope Hicks Knows,” March 19–April 1). The National Enquirer– meets–Us Weekly cover generated almost as much discussion as the story itself, with Ad Age weighing in: “New York Magazine gives the Trump White House the supermarket tabloid cover treatment it deserves.” (We also heard from a number of readers who thought the wrong magazine had arrived in their mailboxes.) And the story’s release was much anticipated in Beltway circles. Republican strategist Steve Schmidt tweeted, “Olivia Nuzzi is unbelievably talented … Pour a glass of wine and settle in and enjoy.” Many of the reporters and pundits who’ve been following the administration closely…

“The stars have all aligned. I think our brand is the hottest it has ever been.” —ERIC TRUMP, SPEAKING AT THE HOTEL TRUMP’S HOTEL IN D.C. 2016 12/7 Diplomats from Bahrain move the country’s National Day celebration from the Ritz-Carlton to the ballroom at the Trump International Hotel in Washington, D.C. 2017 1/20 A watchdog group calls on the General Services Administration, a federal agency, to stop leasing the Old Post Office to Trump for use as the hotel. The agency’s ethics division, which reports to Trump, rules that the $180 million deal is fine. 1/23 Saudi Arabia holds a bash at the hotel after renting rooms for lobbyists for five months. Trump’s haul: $270,000. 2/25 The Kuwaiti Embassy, reportedly pressured by the Trump Organization, moves its National Day celebration…

LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE, it was worse when I was a teen, but it still happens when a reflective surface arrests my attention. My eyes go wide. My eyebrows lift; my chin pulls back. I look into my own artificially big eyes and permit the rest of myself not to exist quite so much. I am eyes. This is mirror face. It’s my mirror face, at least—they vary. Others will settle into their reflection with an inquisitive half-smile, a lifted chin, or softly pursed lips. It is the face you put on for yourself, a performance whose audience is only you, a tribute to the way you want to think you look. The way I want to think I look, apparently, is serious and somewhat surprised. Mirror face can allow for…

UNLIKE ST.-TROPEZ AND NICE, with their scene-y beaches, Belle-Île-en-Mer has remained largely undiscovered by international tourists. Most vacationers making the pilgrimage to the rugged Breton island eight miles off the west coast of France are French; they come for the rocky cliffs and tucked-away beaches. I was lucky enough to spend a week there at a family friend’s house several years ago. After lazy mornings of flaky pastries, we’d bump along the island in an ancient Army-green Jeep with an iffy stick shift or spend hours thrashing around in the waves. Blissed out and bronzed, we’d pass most evenings at home, ending our dinners of grilled fish, goat cheese, and local Breton crackers with hours of card games and lots of wine. If we ventured outside, our evening walks found…

DENMAN ISLAND, about 20 square miles with barely a thousand full-time residents, is like many of the small communities of coastal British Columbia. It attracts people who like trees: organic farmers, artists, cottagers, and loggers. With this in mind, my friends and I drove off the ferry and headed south. Today Denman’s interior is a patchwork of Douglas-fir forests, old logging sites, and farms. But before Europeans cleared the old growth, the indigenous Coast Salish peoples used Denman, or Pentlatch Island, as a summer camp. It’s said that when needed, they would hunt deer by forming a line and chasing the animals into the water, where their hunters waited in canoes. Dining options have changed, but self-sufficiency still reigns. Locals make and trade farm tools. Visitors like us pack in…

AEGINA The secret about Aegina is not the Temple of Aphaia—it’s the pistachios. A stop at the pistachio stalls at the Port of Aegina shouldn’t be missed. —Ithai Schori, photographer KALYMNOS Apparently, back in the day, nobody went to Kalymnos; the joke was that it was where God left all the leftover rocks. Then it became famous for extreme climbing. On the boat over, an old marine biologist said to buy sponges: They have the best in the world. Who knew? —Stephen Grivno, location manager SPETSES You might see the occasional super-yacht pass by, but Spetses is less exposed, with children on bikes, old couples walking dogs, and small seaside restaurants setting up tables in the pebbly sand as the night rolls in. —Justine Kahn, pediatrician…

AMAPALA, in the Gulf of Fonseca, was once a thriving port city; today it’s an almost-forgotten chunk of volcano whose foliage-covered peak rises like a sentinel 2,500 feet over the tiny town. It’s near the borders of Nicaragua, El Salvador, and Honduras, home to two of the world’s deadliest cities—but people there don’t talk about violence. That’s a mainland problem, they say; there is little crime reported on this tiny island. On holidays, Amapala can teem with vacationers, but when I was there, tourists numbered in the tens, zipping on mototaxis between a handful of beaches on the ring road. Each beach has a few modest guesthouses and hotels, plus a seafood shack or two. There’s not much to do besides nurse a Salva Vida beer in a hammock and…

Una Pizza Napoletana 175 Orchard St.; April PIE GUY: Self-taught Neapolitan-pizza virtuoso Anthony Mangieri, in partnership with bistronomists Jeremiah Stone and Fabián von Hauske Valtierra of Contra and Wildair. PIZZA PLUS: Since last seen in these parts, Mangieri has added two pies to his focused repertoire (the salami-and-egg Apollonia, the arugula-dappled Ilaria) and two more nights to his Wednesday-to-Saturday schedule. But the biggest change is the transformation from pizzeria to full-fledged restaurant that’s half-bar, half–dining room (with pizza served only there). The Contra team’s contributions: small plates (shaved turnips with ’nduja-mascarpone, lobster-oil-preserved tomatoes with burrata), real desserts (gianduja gelato!), and a wine director fresh from the European neo-bistro circuit to honcho the all-natural Italian list. Joe & Pat’s 168 First Ave.; April PIE GUYS: Casey Pappalardo; his father, Ciro; and…

“My whole life I’ve been greedy, greedy,greedy,” DECLARED DONALD TRUMP DURING THE 2016 campaign. “I’ve grabbed all the money I could get. I’m so greedy. But now I want to be greedy for the United States.” To the extent that Trump’s candidacy offered any positive appeal, as opposed to simple loathing for his opponent, this was it. He was a brilliant businessman, or at least starred in a television show as one, and he would set aside his lifelong pursuit of wealth to selflessly serve the greater good. This was the promise that pried just enough Obama voters away from Hillary Clinton in just enough upper-Midwest states to clinch the Electoral College. ¶ Since Trump took office, his pledge to ignore his own interests has been almost forgotten, lost in…

SUMMER TRAVEL IT’S BEEN AN interminable winter made ever-more unbearable by a run of spring-denying nor’easters. Which means that there’s never been a better time to fly off to an island in the middle of nowhere. But how to find the time-share-less, bikini-body-T-shirt-less, and in some cases people-less escape that’s right for you? On page 54, 15 writers muse on their favorite obscure-ish islands: From one who scooted through vineyards on the “windy wine island” of Bozcaada, Turkey, to another who spent a week petting stray kittens and picking wild pomegranates in Folegandros, Greece (pictured), to the one who pretty much did nothing but swim and eat massaman curry on the tiny Thai island of Koh Sriboya, there’s a lesser-known escape for every type of traveler. In late June, Vancouver-based…

IT WAS ONE of those moments travelers dream about. My neighbor Johnny was telling me about this little island in Thailand where he had been going for years. Unlike most other islands in southern Thailand, which had been swarmed by tourists, Koh Sriboya held little more than a few villages and some rubber-tree plantations. “But there’s a catch,” he warned. “There’s no beach.” In lieu of a beach is a mangrove flat—a vast expanse of hard-packed sand across which herds of tiny crabs scuttle and through which mangrove trees worm their fingerlike aerial roots. Some find it ugly. I find it hauntingly beautiful. When the tide is low, you can lay a towel on it, just like on a normal beach. When the tide is high, you can swim. The…

I’D BEEN LIVING in Berlin with my boyfriend for a year and a half when one night, after a bottle of wine, we decided to take advantage of our proximity to the rest of Europe. Almost immediately, he found a cabin on a Portuguese island; only later did we realize São Miguel is in the middle of the Atlantic, some 900 miles from Lisbon. So: There were closer places to go, but we felt drawn to the Azorean archipelago. We stayed in a tiny farming town called João Bom for two weeks and considered the trip a writing retreat. But each day we took little breaks—exploring the island’s towns, swimming in natural springs along walking paths. The hiking is surreal. Open trails take you past the ocean in every direction…

Tangier Island, Virginia THE PACE OF TANGIER ISLAND is a revelation: water and sky everywhere, no cell reception, and very few cars. You get around by golf cart or bicycle (which I rented by putting a few bucks in a coffee can). Its community is mostly descended from the English colonists who have lived there for more than 300 years, and up until recently, its near-isolation meant that the islanders retained a Restoration-era accent that is distinctive even today. My favorite of the island’s two inns, Hilda Crockett’s Chesapeake House, serves a memorable Virginia ham, superlative potato salad, and excellent pound cake. I bought the little cookbook the inn sells and still make the potato salad and rolls—although I suspect the crab cakes would be impossible to replicate outside the…

One of the things you think you know about the Italian table is that the pasta stands alone. You don’t put the meatball on the plate with the spaghetti. It ain’t cricket. Well, Pino Luongo, the O.G. of Tuscan cuisine, is having none of that. At the Soho reboot of his ’90s-era megahit Coco Pazzo, he’s tossed out the primi and replaced them with a menu category he calls piatto unico, one-dish meals that unite—gasp!—a pasta and a hunk of protein on the same plate. There’s pappardelle with braised beef brisket and even rigatoni and meatballs. Another pairs bucatini with sardines, in a sort of deconstructed pasta con le sarde. The featured fish in that Sicilian classic usually takes the form of broken-down bits in the sauce, but here they’re…

 JOHN KRASINSKI IS sitting in the dark behind a bank of computers and a full-size movie screen at Warner Bros.’ sound studios in midtown Manhattan. “The thing I worry about,” he says, his legs bouncing with nervous energy, “is hearing more pain.” Bearded and dressed casually in a blue cardigan and jeans, Krasinski is finishing up the sound mixing on A Quiet Place, a horror movie he directed, co-wrote, and stars in. At this moment, a couple weeks before the film’s premiere at the South by Southwest festival in Austin, he’s working on a scene in which his co-star (and wife of eight years) Emily Blunt descends a flight of creaky stairs, trying to be silent. She’s about to step on something sharp. “Play it back,” says Krasinski to a…

ART 1. See Kiss Off Standout sensuality. Luxembourg & Dayan, 64 East 77th Street, through April 14. This sexy and smart show, organized in part by the daringly original and prescient Francesco Bonami, rethinks the idea of the kiss in art. Just inside the door is a de Kooning drawing of a woman whom the artist had his wife kiss with lipstick to juice things up. This soaring visual temperature is maintained for two more floors. JERRY SALTZ MOVIES 2. See Beirut Changing the conversation. In theaters April 11. Jon Hamm proves he can carry a lead film role in Brad Anderson’s tightly plotted espionage thriller from a script by Tony Gilroy. He plays a fast-talking American diplomat in Beirut whose wife is killed in a 1972 terrorist explosion—and who…

We were looking at the future. ➼ “Fiction and fact are indeed becoming hard to disentangle. I hope that, in 2001: A Space Odyssey, Stanley and I have added, constructively and responsibly, to the confusion. For what we have tried to do is to create a realistic myth, appropriate to our time; and we may well have to wait until the year 2001 itself to see how successful we have been.” —Arthur C. Clarke, “Destination: 2001—Kubrick at the Controls” Some of us saw a divided city. ➼ “They drank with their hats on and folded Wall Street Journals under their elbows. They stood with faces that showed nothing and they stared at the bottles behind the bar. There were almost no sounds. A man choked on cigarette smoke. Ice clicked…

ON THE DAY he took the oath of office, Donald Trump delivered two messages about what to expect from his administration. First came the lofty promise of his inaugural address. “The forgotten men and women of our country will be forgotten no longer,” he vowed. “For too long, a small group in our nation’s capital has reaped the rewards of government while the people have borne the cost. Washington flourished—but the people did not share in its wealth.” The second message, which Trump delivered without speaking a word, was aimed at a much smaller, but very rich, audience. As the new president’s motorcade left the Capitol, rolling past knots of supporters and protesters, it suddenly stopped three blocks short of the White House. Trump, the First Lady, and the rest…

For months leading up to the birth of his child, Bobby McCullough was nervous. His partner, Lesley Fleishman, had enjoyed an easy and uncomplicated pregnancy. The couple’s sunny Brooklyn apartment was now stocked with a crib and diapers and soft, tiny clothes. They were as ready to enter parenthood as any two people could be, and they welcomed it. But still, McCullough worried that the first few seconds of his child’s life would unfurl like some Hollywood script, the wriggling newborn lifted up into the air while “It’s a boy” or “It’s a girl” rang out across the hospital room—both pronouncement and fate. “It just would have fucked us up,” he says now, eight weeks later, as, nuzzled against his chest, his tiny baby sleeps, a sweetly mewing black-haired dollop…

Who do we have here? This is Ollie, a goldendoodle I take care of. Wesley Vultaggio, of the Arizona Iced Tea family, is his … I hate to say the word owner, but that’s the way it is, I guess. Ollie is my best buddy. I used to see him in Soho back when he was a puppy, and he had a full-time nanny. She was young, and once, Oliver got away from her, ran out into the middle of the street, and I was able to get him. It was horrible. So one day when I saw Ollie out with Wes, I went up to him and said I am a huge dog lover, and he asked me if I wanted to take care of Ollie. I spend about…

THERE IS SOMETHING about the smallness of Folegandros that makes it a perfect place for doing nothing. Whatever you’re doing is exactly what you need to be doing: trudging along a beach clutching a meat pie, spacing out during sunsets, petting stray kittens, wondering how old certain crumbled buildings are, shaking pomegranates off trees and smashing them on rocks. Our non-itinerary went like this: We’d take a boat to a beach (the only other way to get there is to hike) wait for the next boat to arrive, then get on that boat to another beach. On beaches, the dining options are limited, and it’s almost a relief—the sameness. We’d order stewed meat and fried potatoes, Greek salads, a delightful fava purée topped with tomato and onion and those ubiquitous…

THOUGH JUST ONE MILE from Acadia National Park, Great Cranberry has a summer population that peaks at about 300—and even that’s a huge swell from the year-round population of about 50. At two miles long, it’s the largest of the five Cranberry Isles, but in area only. Great Cranberry has no schools, no hotels, and no restaurants, save the general store. There’s a single long, paved road; it runs down the spine of the island, and the only reliable traffic on it is the Cranberry Explorer, a seven-passenger golf cart that takes summer day-trippers from the town dock to the other end of the island and back. But only when exploring on foot will you realize how many landscapes are contained in this small place, like the pebbly cove near…

Frenchette 241 W. Broadway; April Lee Hanson and Riad Nasr’s first solo project is a modern French brasserie with a design that takes inspiration from the Vienna Secession movement and a seasonal menu featuring riffs like duck-frites, rotisserie lobster, and a petite steak of the day, made with beef butchered and aged in-house. Continuous service will eventually include breakfast, with buckwheat crêpes and viennoisserie from nearby Arcade Bakery; on the beverage side, the partners have reunited with fellow Balthazar alum and natural-wine proselytizer Jorge Riera, late of Wildair and Contra. Holy Ground 109 W. Broadway; April Pitmaster Franco Vlasic’s seasonal barbecue pop-up Fort Gansevoort gets a permanent home in Tribeca, courtesy of restaurateur Matt Abramcyk, who’s calling the new subterranean venture a “meat speakeasy.” In addition to slow-smoked ribs, brisket…

If you want to brush up on what Lee Pace was doing before Angels in America … Pushing Daisies: An oddball that just missed the Peak TV era, this short-lived ABC series (with Pace, Anna Friel, and Kristin Chenoweth) tells the story of a pastel-loving pie-maker who can raise the dead with his touch. (Amazon, iTunes, Google Play) If you’re nostalgic for Nora Ephron’s New York (and quirky independent bookstores) … You’ve Got Mail: Can’t remember what Riverside Park looks like once everything blooms? Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks are here to help in this classic rom-com. (Amazon, iTunes, Google Play) If you love a good tap-dance number … Easter Parade: You know the first warm day of spring? When you ditch the jacket and the boots…