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“At the beginning, I didn’t like the nickname IWAS, because I didn’t want ‘I was something’—I wanted to be forward-thinking,” said Heidi Russell, discussing the acronym for her business, the International Women Artists’ Salon. Founded in 2008, IWAS has produced over 300 events and partnered with dozens of institutions. In this time, Russell has connected […]

One of the best cinema publications out there is Cashiers du Cinema. No, no – not the magazine that gave us Jean-Luc Godard, Francois Truffaut, and the French New Wave. That’s Cahiers du Cinema. But the confusion is understandable, at least at a passing glance. Both Cashiers and ‘60s-era Cahiers are similar formats and designs,

Wandering through the East Village it’s easy to get caught up on traversing the busy roads, with stop lights that are kind of adhered to and walk lights that are often ignored by the drivers, leading to an apprehension that is probably not shared by the Native New Yorker, but being a Brit in the

story and photos by Kate Walter As a new year begins and I celebrate another birthday this month, I’m grateful to be alive and well. I have kept a gratitude journal for many years. A former writing student, a yoga teacher, got me into this routine. She was a follower of Yogi Bhajan who said,

For nearly 120 years, the Hudson Park Library, the first public library built in the Village, has been serving its community diligently, providing its residents with access to books, films, artworks, workshops, and innumerable other services. For librarian Emil Allakhverdov, who has been with the branch since 2017, the library is more than a collection

Last month, as the weather dipped and the days got shorter, eggnog returned to the dairy aisle. I found myself pouring a glass at home and topping it with just a splash of brandy. The creamy elixir inspired! Soon I was researching if there were any bars in lower Manhattan offering eggnog this season. With

Christmas Eve. A snowy night. A distraught man stands on a bridge, staring down at the icy water. Suddenly he hears a splash and another man’s cries for help. He dives in to save him. That stranger turns out to be his guardian angel. What follows is one of cinema’s most enduring parables of despair

Not all that long ago, an editor at a website that covers green architecture and sustainable design called me about doing some writing for them. We had a pleasant conversation, and then, before saying goodbye, I asked for her phone number. Awkward pause. Just use this number, she said. Awkward pause. I’m on a landline

What to send? What to give? Where to go? Where to eat and drink? I only make suggestions. There are, of course, no hard and fast rules about any of this. This column is about the holiday season–Christmas and Hannukah (and Festivus?). If this offends you for any reason, your attitude offends me. So, we’re

Eating’s a basic biological act, but like sex, it’s so much more. What we eat and how we eat it are social signifiers—markers of our place in a stratified world, reflective of our status, our privilege or our oppression. I’m the child of Depression-era parents who ate canned vegetables and rewashed and reused plastic wrap.