Daffodils may be New York’s official flower, but the Orchid Show at the New York Botanical Garden makes a compelling case for a new symbol, one that feels far more like the city itself.
We threw on fringe, slipped behind a Coca-Cola machine, and landed in a candlelit jungle filled with live jazz, burlesque, and cocktails that literally catch fire. Adélaïde’s Salon delivers the kind of NYC night that feels rare now, a little decadent, a little secret, and very easy to get lost in.
In eighteenth-century England, a portrait wasn’t decoration—it was proof. Silk, jewels, posture, and pose all signaled rank. But when Thomas Gainsborough hung a courtesan beside a duchess, critics panicked. Because if status is just silk and posture… who exactly gets to look important?
Critics say this year’s Whitney Biennial is too sentimental, too loose, too eager to please. Maybe. But what it actually does is something rarer. It pulls the everyday realities of American life into the same frame and asks us to recognize ourselves in it.
I’ve been to Broadway shows, rooftop parties, and ball-adjacent spectacles that promised magic and delivered… content. The Burns Night Reeling Ball in NYC actually delivered—kilts, whiskey, live music, strangers spinning into friends, and the kind of joy New York rarely allows itself.
Neil’s dubbing the biannual event “Manhattanhenge” was an homage to Hawkins, but also a reference to the fact that future civilizations might think the phenomenon was deliberate. What will our descendants think when they dig up this meticulously-numbered grid, designed to glow on the most random of spring nights?
Frigid’s NYC Fringe Festival is where new theater still feels risky, alive, and worth showing up for. We’ve rounded up a few shows we can’t wait to see, and talked to the artists behind them. This is Part One.
An obsessive, cutthroat ice dancer who refuses to apologize for her ambition, The Favorites by Layne Fargo is messy, toxic, and surprisingly compelling, even when it completely exhausts you.
Body Count at SoHo Playhouse offers a sharp, often humorous look at sex work, challenging familiar narratives while exploring the emotional labor and power dynamics at its core.
A haunting, deeply human performance, Modern Warrior: Behind The Lines brings two men face to face with the events of 9/11 and the war that followed. Told in their own words, their stories linger long after the stage goes dark.
I didn’t think much about Daniel Radcliffe, until I saw him in Every Brilliant Thing and, within minutes, became an unlikely fan. What follows is a Broadway experience built on intimacy, audience connection, and one very strange moment that I’m still trying to make sense of.
The SoHo Playhouse’s Fringe Encore series brings standout acts from international festivals to New York for a limited Off-Broadway run. Among them is a wave of Australian comedians, including Elouise Eftos, whose provocative show Australia’s First Attractive Comedian challenges the expectations placed on women in comedy.
A rising band, a dead sister, and the strange theater of the music industry collide in The Future Saints. The novel offers cinematic scenes and California glamour, even if its emotional depth sometimes feels imagined rather than lived.
In Windfall, Tarell Alvin McCraney asks a devastating question: what happens when a city budgets for your child’s death? Set in a near-future America that feels uncomfortably present, the play follows a father offered a government settlement after state violence takes his child. The money could save his home—but at what moral cost? In this preview, we explore how Windfall turns policy into heartbreak and forces audiences to confront the true price of “blood money.”
A Scandinavian cabin in the middle of SoHo. Kabin, Alexandra Tangen’s cocktail bar, brings Nordic design, inventive drinks, and a surprisingly cozy energy to downtown NYC.
At La Pecora Bianca, the food is balanced, the crowd is chaotic, and the sourdough toast might take a tooth. A reliably good Upper West Side spot with just enough edge to keep it interesting.
Let's hear it for Le Dive who decided not to have a menu full of 45 different obscure wines that no one gives a shit about! Five categories...one to three choices in each. Boom. We're more than grateful.
Daffodils may be New York’s official flower, but the Orchid Show at the New York Botanical Garden makes a compelling case for a new symbol, one that feels far more like the city itself.