David Freedlander is a veteran New York City-based journalist. He writes long-form features about politics and the arts, people and ideas, and has appeared in New York Magazine, Bloomberg, Rolling Stone, ArtNews, The Daily Beast, Newsweek and a host of other publications.
In an exclusive interview with T&C, Weiss talks about the museum's $8.2 million deficit and the moral imperative of saving New York City's art mecca for the future.
And long before Donald Trump called for a border wall or accused Mexico of sending its rapists and drug dealers into the United States, the county executive of Suffolk, Steve Levy, emerged on the national scene as a virulent anti-illegal immigrant hardliner, giving voice to a strain of political rhetoric that had previously been the sole province of talk radio, and that would later reach full flower in the Trump campaign.
“It used to be fearless, provocative, fun—where’s the fun gone from the Street, it’s boring, fuck it,
There are parts of the city and communities that remain underserved.”
Cuomo stops. He wags a finger in mock annoyance, a broad smile across his face. “Don’t start trouble for me today. You are supposed to be my friends. This is not helpful.”
A body, killed dead by the state, lies unburied in full public view. The authorities say that the corpse deserves to be punished, that the body is that of an invader’s, someone who is a danger and a threat to the community. Chaos ensues, as the community grapples with notions of justice and fairness.
Trump’s Cabinet nominees were toxic enough to need outside help—and wealthy or connected enough to afford it.
From graphic evocations of the battlefield to meditations on patriotism and the purpose of war, a new exhibition shows how American artists captured the scale and meaning of WWI.
Jared Kushner, through pedigree and temperament, could reach out one of his long, elegant fingers and tap everyone in the West Wing on the shoulder and urge them to just cool out a bit.
The wars that are ripping the culture apart around the world really come down to a single question: was life a little bit better not so long ago, or not?
In Zayd Dohrn’s play ‘The Profane,’ a romance brings conservative and liberal Muslim beliefs into emotional opposition.
‘The Hairy Ape’, as staged in the 55,000 square foot space of NYC’s Park Avenue Armory, is a work of art: a painting, or a puppet show perhaps. You don’t see it, so much as sink into it.
Getting fired by Trump looked like a perfect PR move for the hugely ambitious and popular New York prosecutor. Just one problem, say his friends.
Until it folded in 1973, Barney Rosset’s Evergreen Review mixed erotica and cutting-edge writing with incendiary results. Now it’s back, with literary bad boy Dale Peck in charge.
In January 2014, during the run-up to Super Bowl XLVIII in New Jersey, the real action was taking place across the river in Manhattan, where the city had transformed into a weeklong pregame party. Jay Z, Drake, Kendrick Lamar and the Foo Fighters were headlining nearby concerts, and Times Square had been renamed "Super Bowl Boulevard.
"I like you. You and me, we’re going to be best friends.”
It is early January, and Eric Schneiderman is sitting in his 25th-floor office above Lower Manhattan, doing his best Donald Trump impression, puckering his lips into a duck face, scrunching up his nose and lowering his voice into something that resembles the president’s outer-borough growl.
Rob Pruitt was home watching MSNBC on election night when it became clear that the results were not going to go as he imagined they would.
Sliding in popularity and heading for a re-election fight, New York's mayor digs in against the tycoon based right in the middle of his city.
