Innholdsfortegnelse for August 11-24, 2025 i New York Magazine

IT’S 7:45 ON a Monday morning, and Corinne Low and her wife, Sondra Woodruff, each have big days ahead. It’s Woodruff ’s first day at a new job, and Low is steaming a black denim shirt for her. Low, a Wharton professor who researches household and gender economics, is heading into New York to tape a podcast for her recently published book, Having It All: What Data Tells Us About Women’s Lives and Getting the Most Out of Yours, and Woodruff mentions she still needs to pack her makeup bag and breast pump for her. Low helps Woodruff finger-comb her locs while their 3-month-old daughter snoozes in a pink onesie on their bed, where the three of them had spent the night co-sleeping. Every 15 minutes or so, Low calls out…

MOVIES / BILGE EBIRI Get Your Laugh On A gut-splitting reboot that just might disarm you. IT’S ONE OF THE SWEETEST (and now, sadly, rarest) sounds in the world: a movie theater full of people laughing. And I mean really laughing—not just the occasional chuckles of humor-laced action flicks, or the gentle giggles of rom-coms (which are, to be fair, their own endangered species), or even the droll chortles of playful indies. I mean the long, loud belly laughs generated by an honest-to-goodness comedy whose sole purpose is to make a packed audience lose its shit. American studios tend not to produce those kinds of pictures anymore, at least for theatrical release, and that should probably be a crime. True comedy is best appreciated with an audience. The new Naked…

Across 1 ___ Thursday (Good Friday preceder)7 Like Liverpudlians14 In vast amounts20 Matador’s foe21 Paris paper22 Pupusa cousins23 Require only breakfast cereal as payment for a job?25 Boat backs26 WWII battle site in France27 Karachiite or Delhiite, e.g.28 Cooler-making company30 16 for new drivers, often31 Capital in the news33 Cereal eaten only on planes and trains?39 Swiatek who serves42 March 15, e.g.44 On a cruise, say45 Nimble Moreno46 Hatch a plot48 “This ___ game!”50 Wine storage54 Landlocked state55 Result of not putting pajamas on after prom night?58 Half of catorce59 Numbers for one61 Guesstimate62 Barbecue chef Mixon64 Sleeve filler65 Egg goo67 Schiele or Spengler69 Moana’s home region72 Addressing the metallurgist’s concern at the budget meeting?78 Leo DiCaprio, e.g.79 Athletic award80 Lhasa ___ (toy dog)81 Healing kindness82 Pagan belief system86 Four-wheeler88…

INSIDE: Party time in Chinatown / A eulogy for And Just Like That … / Evidence-based lesbianism ON OCTOBER 25, 2023, just two weeks into Israel’s siege of Gaza, Egyptian-born author Omar El Akkad reposted a video on X of a leveled city block, writing, “One day, when it’s safe, when there’s no personal downside to calling a thing what it is, when it’s too late to hold anyone accountable, everyone will have always been against this.” His words, reposted 58,000 times, captured a widespread pre-emptive despair. The hypocrisy of global liberalism, it seemed, would accommodate barbarity until the precise moment that its own survival required a brazen revision. Twenty-one months later, that bitter prophecy, almost claustrophobic in its parsimony, seems more likely all the time: We will not account…

IN THE MIDDLE OF AN innocent workday, HBO murdered And Just Like That … without warning. The show, only three years old, though also in some ways 27 years old in that it extended the Sex and the City universe, though also ageless in that it will live on forever as a staggering snapshot of whatever happened to the collective consciousness post-2020, remained a fascinating object for every moment of its brief and wonderful life. To judge it on a range of good to bad would be missing the point entirely. And Just Like That … was a state of mind, and that mind was in a coma. It was a place to go for 27-to-44 minutes a week, a windowless white room filled with nitrous oxide. It was a…

THE TRESSLESS sub-Reddit is the internet’s largest gathering place for the bald and balding. It has more than 400,000 members, many of them young men stunned that their follicles have betrayed them so early. They share photos of their thinning scalps, vent about their diminished sex lives and selfesteem, track infinitesimal fluctuations in the size of celebrities’ foreheads, and ask questions like “Is Propecia an acceptable name for a daughter?” Mainly, they talk treatment: what works and, more often, what doesn’t. “I think I am done for,” reads a representative post by a 21-year-old who tried the popular medications but kept shedding anyway. “Should I shave it all and accept defeat?” The Tressless community’s biggest frustration may be with the lack of progress. Technology has advanced in almost every other…

CHEF KWAME ONWUACHI remembers tough conversations he had with investors while trying to open a restaurant in Washington, D.C. It would be located on a redeveloped wharf, and his board suggested a menu of meze platters and lightly cooked seafood. “I was like, ‘My name is Kwame Onwuachi, and I am not cooking Mediterranean cuisine,’” he says. “I am cooking African and Caribbean cuisine and highlighting that.” That restaurant’s success brought him in 2022 to Tatiana at Lincoln Center, which quickly gained a reputation as one of the most innovative restaurants in the city. “Being in these spaces doing this type of cuisine is going to let other people be able to do this,” Onwuachi says, “because they’ll be able to point to something and say, ‘This has worked in…

IN JUNE, the American Psychological Association announced the results of a new study—a meta-analysis of 117 other studies with data from nearly 300,000 children, mostly from five countries—with the headline “Screen Time and Emotional Problems in Kids: A Vicious Cycle?” The report is the latest entry in a chorus of panic that has been building for decades: Screen time for kids is bad. It has been associated with developmental delays, sleep problems, aggression, anxiety, and depression, and parents should feel bad about it. A child-development psychologist recently told me that “screen-time guilt” has become its own topic of research. In May, Lingokids, an educational app for toddlers and early-elementary-age kids, released a promotional video in which parents are put on trial, brought before a judge, and made to confess to…

ABOUT 200 PEOPLE were gathered on a rooftop in Chinatown for an art opening inside a former storage shed. To get to the show, visitors walked through the one-bedroom apartment of Adam Zhu, the proprietor of Market Gallery. “Normally, I’m grilling at an opening,” he says. “Newcomers are a bit taken aback, especially when they get to the apartment’s door. They’re like, ‘Wait, am I in the right place?’” Zhu, the artist, skateboarder, and photographer, moved into the apartment in 2015, and he’s been renovating it ever since. Last summer, he enlisted the artist and contractor Andrew Kass to turn a rudimentary plywood structure used as a rehearsal space by his friends in the jazz band Onyx Collective into a 9-by-15-foot exhibition space with concrete walls and folding glass doors.…

AS A CHILD, HILARY EVANS learned to swim on a stretch of beach in Amagansett. Decades later, she and her husband noticed a FOR SALE sign nearby for a plot of land. There was a clearing on a bluff with a view of the water. It had belonged to a French creative director who had secured permits from the town for a house with a pool but never saw the plans through. The couple pounced—though there was a hitch. “We had a footprint of square footage already approved, but then it took us nine months just to get on the calendar to get the variances,” says Evans, who is a retired lawyer. The paperwork came through when she told the board that she had spent her childhood summers in the…

SOME PAINT GHOSTS. One sculpts with hair. Another is late 60s and one of the more intriguing i “new” talents around. All six are positioned for career-making openings in September. In these artists’ hands, figuration isn’t a retreat but an insurgency. It isn’t nostalgic or safe or optically rote. It’s personal, political, pictorially alive, pushing against the flatness of photo-basedp realism and ultra-on-message art. Some of theser artists I’ve followed for years; others are new to me. But each delivers that jolt of recognition. Karen Barbour makes abstract dot-filled dreamscapes that hover between the psychedelic and the childlike. María Berrío’s collaged visions are both intricate and otherworldly, dreamed then chiseled. Ana Cláudia Almeida paints withc spectral precision; colors blur, as if you’re seeings p underwater. Adebunmi Gbadebo works with human…