Purge all thoughts of any other best-of-New York lists. This one is the sexiest, most alluring, most concise yet informative, most delightfully... More >>

Last week's artistic journey took us from witch hunts to rabbit hutches, as I kept pace, applauding while subtly rolling my eyes. There were at... More >>

The latest high-octane, gold-standard drag queen to sauce up the scene is DINA MARTINA, a malapropic, off-the-charts mess with a saucy sense of... More >>

A heady mix of goths, cineastes, and suburbanites filed into the Walter Reade Theater for a special screening of Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, the... More >>

In my quest for Fire Island fulfillment, I've stopped favoring the honky-tonky Cherry Grove over the more nose-job-upturned Pines. It turns out... More >>

The Hamptons are where you go to get away from the same old 100 people in crowded rooms, only to find the same old 100 people in crowded rooms.... More >>

At the Gen Art party at Home for his romantic comedy The Baxter, MICHAEL SHOWALTER looked so vulnerable and almost pained that I instantly took... More >>

TV appearances are my crack cocaine—point a camera and I'll sparkle—but I've been craving a return to more reliable television gigs,... More >>

Avenue Q, that Broadway smash salad of flesh and cloth creatures, has birthed a whole other production in Las Vegas, and co-star JOHN TARTAGLIA... More >>

Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo star ROB SCHNEIDER appeared at Planet Hollywood last week to lick a prosthetic leg (long story), threaten to do... More >>