A visit to the Astor Place Wegman’s confirms we are, now and forever, among the Etruscans
(and also stuck in the ’90s).

On the dreams, schemes, and TV screens reshaping our homes

As long as this great commuter-train parade ground remains open to the skies, the streets ringing it allow us to envision a different future.

Notes on the Gaza solidarity encampments

Asset managers and AI are here for the design media’s copper wire.

In New York City, real estate plays double duty, and apartments turn into art galleries.

There’s plenty still unknown about the Lucas Museum, but one thing’s for sure: It’ll look good on the screen.

The organizers behind Los Angeles’s latest Olympics run seem content with standing still.

  • Crafting Modernity: Design in Latin America, 1940–1980, organized by Ana Elena Mallet and Amanda Forment, is on view at the Museum of Modern Art through September 22.

A shockingly unfeeling and vague idea of home

For Mark Foster Gage, the main issue with suburbanization is its ugliness, for which the alleged failings of architectural education are held responsible.

Is the myth of “pure originality” still a worthy target of criticism in 2024?

In his fanaticism for capitalist optimization, H. H. Holmes was the equal or better of any industrial baron.


“What would happen if we foregrounded human values in the creation of our systems?”

A crucial part of the Israeli state project is about leaving Palestinians with no physical place to call home.

Think about the climate crisis long enough, and the problem appears so vast as to be unthinkable. And yet, that’s what we must do.


New York is a city of exhibitionists. Documentary filmmaker John Wilson is happy to oblige.

Address A Building

Van Nuys Government Center is a stand-in for downtown democracy flung out to the suburban hinterlands.

Address A Building

Big money and anodyne architecture are poised to take over South Ozone Park’s legendary Aqueduct Racetrack.

Address A Building

The Star Wars–esque modular bathrooms have been kissed by a gentle coat of rust, from their corrugated metal facades to their tinny hand dryers.

There comes a loud, thudding crash.

Catty Corner

Evading the question of fare evasion

Catty Corner

Binging on mindfulness

Catty Corner

With his lease as his leash, caged in this giant city-cum-dog park, our columnist roams the streets as a stray, guided by unseemly scents.

A self-described Renaissance man wrestles with the legacy of his former Bushwick abode.

Wrecking Ball

New York University’s John A. Paulson Center announces the triumph of a new civilization: thrusting, dismissive, cruel.

Less a menacing monument to imminent doom than a superfluous, almost decadent by-product of capitalism gone awry

Wrecking Ball

Bringing down the Mouse

Wrecking Ball

306 West 142nd Street—a condo building two blocks from St. Nicholas Park—is no longer a part of my personal stomping grounds. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have beef.