Innholdsfortegnelse for September 23-October 6, 2024 i New York Magazine

A NOTE TO OUR READERS: Recently, our Washington correspondent Olivia Nuzzi acknowledged to the magazine’s editors that she had engaged in a personal relationship with a former subject relevant to the 2024 campaign while she was reporting on it, a violation of the magazine’s standards around conflicts of interest and disclosures. Had the magazine been aware of this relationship, Nuzzi would not have continued to cover the presidential campaign. An internal review of her published work has found no inaccuracies or evidence of bias. She is currently on leave from the magazine, and we are conducting a more thorough third-party review. We regret this violation of our readers’ trust. 1 In a New York cover story anticipating the rapidly approaching election, Rebecca Traister took stock of the forces behind Kamala…

IT’S MID-MORNING, and Dr. Thaïs Aliabadi is bustling around her Beverly Hills office in a pair of baby-pink scrubs. She’s busy, having recently taken time off to attend the everyone-who’s-anyone-was-there Ambani wedding in Mumbai. Her first appointment of the day is with a 27-year-old Scooter Braun employee. When the patient arrives, she seems slightly starstruck to meet the woman who will soon be giving her a Pap smear. “My roommate loves you,” she tells Aliabadi. “She was like, ‘Dr. A could do brain surgery on me.’” The standard well-woman appointment usually includes a Pap and maybe some blood and urine tests; this is not that. Aliabadi calculates the patient’s cancer risk, performs a pelvic ultrasound, diagnoses her with PCOS, prescribes her Zepbound for weight loss, and tells her she’ll drop…

BEST OF NEW YORK TO FIND THE SPOTS on this list, we polled dozens of savvy and sore New Yorkers—a doorman, a teacher, and a marathoner among them. For more obsessively sourced recommendations, including the best movie theaters, jewelry-repair shops, and cobblers, visit curbed.com. For a Body-Contouring, Robot-Assisted Massage GRACIA IMBODEN Ricari Studios, WSA, 161 Water St., 23rd fl., Ste. 2304; ricaristudios.com ALL OF THE massages Gracia Imboden performs incorporate Icoone, a machine resembling Spider-Man’s Doctor Octopus; it has three dangling tentacles with plastic cups that suction the skin as they glide across the body in a high-tech version of lymphatic-drainage massage. The treatment, which increases blood flow and removes excess fluid, leads to less puffiness. Lisa Watts, a lawyer, started seeing Imboden after tearing a calf muscle. “I had…

DESIGN HUNTING WHEN EMILY AND TODD VOTH sold their natural-soap company, Indigo Wild, in 2018, the couple realized they could spend more time away from their century-old home in Kansas City, Missouri. So they decided to get a Manhattan pied-à-terre. Todd became intrigued by “this wonderful Herzog & de Meuron building that towers above everything,” he says, referring to 56 Leonard, a.k.a. “the Jenga Building.” They bought this three-bedroom corner unit on the 29th floor. The Voths are midwesterners—she’s from Nebraska, he’s from Kansas—although Todd went to Harvard’s Graduate School of Design before joining the Kansas City architecture firm Populous. Emily had been working in sales when she started Indigo Wild in 1996. Her first product was goat’s-milk soap, sold at farmers’ markets. What began as a hobby turned into…

FIFTY-THREE YEARS after a trio of artists opened the commune-as-restaurant Food—where sculptor and filmmaker friends served dinner from giant vats to John Cage and Trisha Brown—the Swiss couple behind the megagallery Hauser & Wirth are opening a Soho artists’ hangout of their own. When it opens in October, Manuela (130 Prince St.; manuela-nyc.com), named for Manuela Wirth, will, by the look of things, entertain a slightly different tax bracket, and the menu will be nothing like the $4 meals of frogs’ legs and marrow bones Gordon Matta-Clark served back in the ’70s, through which Robert Rauschenberg’s assistant Hisachika Takahashi drilled holes so diners could wear the leftovers home. Head chef Sean Froedtert’s menu is built around local produce and sustainable seafood. Grilled monkfish is brushed with sumac and topped with…

INTERMEZZO is out September 24. IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN: Sally Rooney has written a novel. Her books are spoken of in such epochal terms—“the first great millennial novelist,” the New York Times has called her—that one forgets that, until this week, she had written only three: Conversations With Friends, Normal People, and Beautiful World, Where Are You. These are thoughtful, well-written books about young people falling in love, and they have attracted, with the logic of a lightning strike, a degree of mass popularity that is rarely achieved by what is marketed to consumers as “literary fiction.” This feat appears to baffle even the author, a self-described Marxist who believes human existence is being eroded at every level by the “transactional framework of capitalism.” Somewhat unwillingly, Rooney has become an…

For more culture coverage and streaming recommendations, see vulture.com. SEPTEMBER 25–OCTOBER 9 TV 1. Watch Social Studies Keep the kids from their phones. No, seriously. FX and Hulu, September 27. Documentarian Lauren Greenfield follows students from nine Los Angeles–area high schools and focuses on how social media impacts them. This is an intimate, sometimes sobering account of how TikTok and Insta have found new ways to make teens feel anxious. JEN CHANEY MUSIC 2. Listen to SOPHIE A long-awaited posthumous album. Future Classic and Transgressive Records, September 27. The inimitable, interdisciplinary vision of late Glaswegian hyperpop auteur SOPHIE, who tragically died in 2021, flashes in this forthcoming posthumous collection of pop-oriented material she workshopped to lighten up after 2018’s affirming Oil of Every Pearl’s Un-Insides. CRAIG JENKINS ART 3. See…

In 2015, RUBY FRANKE, A 32-YEAR-OLD Mormon woman in Utah, became another parent sharing her family’s life on YouTube. The first video on her now-defunct channel, 8 Passengers, begins with old footage of her standing in a modest kitchen, her five children gathered around in anticipation as she cuts into a cake to reveal the gender of her sixth child. The video jumps to a scene at the hospital shortly after her new daughter’s birth. Resting in bed, Ruby cradles the baby and her youngest son, a serious-faced 3-year-old boy in blue overalls. “Can you show me where her nose is?” she asks him as he points. “Where’s her eyes?” When an elder son reports that the camera is almost out of battery, Ruby replies softly, “Go ahead, turn it…

TSCHABALALA SELF Painter, Harlem Congrats on your first solo booth at the Armory. I went earlier today to make sure everything was installed properly. We’ve been working on a model for the booth for months, so I was amazed at how closely it looked like the model, just life size. The installation process is almost like an art form—it’s a creative practice. It’s amazing to see all the preparators lifting and installing and all their lighting techniques. Have you been making art your whole life? Since I was really young. My four siblings are all much older than me, so I liked games where you didn’t have to have someone to play with. Drawing was something you could do alone, which was perfect. And I see that your fiancé, Mike…

FOODRESTAURANT REVIEW LATELY, IT SEEMS like half the ingredients served to me in restaurants have more frequent-flier miles than I do: Wagyu beef with a Japanese passport, Australian ocean trout, tortillas made from milled-in-Mexico corn. I’m surprised there’s any room left in the Centurion Lounges of the world’s airports with so many groceries flying around. At Cafe Mado, on the border of Prospect Heights and Crown Heights, the shortish menu stays closer to home. Ingredient fetishism is not unusual, but Mado’s “market section” takes it to the extreme. The roster is so changeable that the typical server soliloquy (“Can I walk you through the menu?”) here takes on the proportions of an aria. On a recent evening, our waitress spoke for so long as she itemized every leaf, fruit, and…

THE VIBE IN the West Hollywood mansion of Tana Mongeau, the influencer wild child, is surprisingly wholesome. It’s an early-September afternoon, and the sun streams through big windows into her Nancy Meyers–esque kitchen, where she perches on a stool at a long marble countertop. In the same open-concept room, her assistant, Paige Camerlin, is quietly typing on her laptop on one end of a leather sectional; on the other, Mongeau’s boyfriend, Makoa, is curled up in a hoodie reading a book. “It’s about cacao farmers in the early 1900s,” he tells me, “and the industrialism of how that all took place.” Mongeau looks amused. “That shows the difference between the two of us,” she says with the raspy voice of someone who stays in the club past last call. “I…

SIX YEARS AGO, a guy Erin Foster had just started dating was meeting her mother for the first time and brought to the restaurant a bouquet of sunflowers large enough to command its own chair. “The flowers were so long, and they kept falling over,” says Foster. “Sitting there, I was like, Well, if someone cares this much, then that feels like a weakness.” She was 36 and had dated enough assholes, including a few celebrities, to know that she was the jerk in this case, but still, she recoiled from him on the car ride home. “There’s no hope for me,” she remembers thinking. “I am a human who got some bad wiring about what a relationship is supposed to look like, and I’m clearly sabotaging something.” When Foster,…

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WHEN WE ASKED AN ASSORTMENT of notable artists, designers, and chefs about styling their tables, many compared the task to choosing an outfit: It requires thinking practically, developing a personal style, and, in most cases, incorporating pieces collected over quite some time. Some of their favorite plates, stemware, place mats, and tablecloths are no longer in production, but to shop similar items and the stuff that’s still available, scan the QR code. Julian LaVerdiere ARTIST AND PRODUCTION DESIGNER "This is the setting at my late father’s estate in the Adirondacks. When my parents met, my mother was sort of the black sheep of this Waspy family and he was an ex-monk. They were both part of this craft counterculture. She was blowing glass, and he was making pottery. This stuff…

MELBOURNE NATIVE Sam Lawrence worked in Paris and Hong Kong before ultimately landing a job as chef de cuisine at Estela. In 2022, he left to launch his own project, Bridges (9 Chatham Sq.; bridges-nyc.com), and he’s spent a good portion of the past two years working on a recipe for a savory tart that will, at last, be on his restaurant’s opening menu (alongside other dishes like sardines and chiles on toast, steamed turbot with rice and clams, and smoked-eel dumplings with preserved cherry-tree leaves). Lawrence starts with a shortcrust-inspired pastry made from malted barley for a toasted, caramelized flavor and a softer-than-expected texture that matches the filling, a custard with 24-months’-aged comté cheese blended into the egg yolks. “It’s salty, toasty, hazelnutty,” Lawrence says. He tops each slice with…

With Maria, Angelina Jolie Might Just Sing for Her Oscar SINCE THE MOMENT it was announced in the Venice Film Festival lineup, Oscar watchers had their eyes on Pablo Larraín’s Maria, a film about opera legend Maria Callas set in the final weeks of her life and starring Jolie, who’s making her grand return to the screen after years away from the spotlight. Netflix recently acquired the film, which should signify a robust campaign for Jolie. With the obvious caveat that we’re only one or two steps into the awards-season marathon, I think we can expect her to be a formidable contender. Maria turns out to be far less alienating than the high camp of Jackie or the jazz freak-outs of Spencer. Winky meta touches abound, like an imaginary TV…