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Home is where I want to be, but I guess I’m already there.
There aren’t many newer buildings that can be described as tall, dark, and handsome.
The kindest thing that can be said about the worst building Norman Foster has ever designed is that it meets and exceeds its moment.
Dream Facades: The Cruel Architecture of Reality TV by Jack Balderrama Morley. Astra House, 224 pp., $28.
Shah has not always been truthful. But she is correct that fans of reality shows get a “g-string up their a** about” real estate.
The Testament of Ann Lee, directed by Mona Fastvold, was released in December 2025.
A World in the Making: The Shakers is on view at the Institute of Contemporary Art Philadelphia through August 9.
The Shakers are hot, hot, hot right now.
The Queen of Versailles, starring Kristin Chenoweth and featuring music and lyrics by Stephen Schwartz, closed on December 21, 2025, after an abbreviated run on Broadway.
The Siegels’ self-made American dynasty falls so short of l’ancien régime that it’s almost touching.
Weeds: A Germinating Theory by Kwan Queenie Li. Mack Books, 160 pp., $28.
What would these weeds say of the city if they could talk?
The Social Life of Small Urban Spaces, a film by William H. Whyte, was originally released in 1980. This past January, it was screened at Anthology Film Archives in the East Village and Low Cinema in Ridgewood, Queens.
How is it that where others saw something approaching civil war, Whyte alighted on a market utopia?
The Many Lives of the Nakagin Capsule Tower, organized by Evangelos Kotsioris and Paula Vilaplana de Miguel with Joëlle Martin, is open on the ground floor of the Museum of Modern Art through July 12.
More than anything else, Kurokawa was a consummate pitchman, armed with one Big Idea: the capsule.
To have Jane Jacobs, we need to go beyond Jane Jacobs.
The Tenement Museum memorializes working-class families even as it evicts them.
Somehow, heartbreak feels good in a place like this.
Maligned and condemned, the Port Authority Bus Terminal will be missed after it’s gone.
Once a sparkling fixture of New York high society, the Plaza Hotel has lost its fizz.
In a chronically stressful city, even a bump and a few filled holes can feel like real relief.
These objects preserve the social-democratic spirit that remained flat-packed, stateside, until Mamdani finally found an Allen wrench.
With its sloping shake roof and sliding glass doors, the Scandi-shack was meant to sell itself—sidesaddle and sunbaked on the roadside, a prefab portal to the pine-strewn, snow-covered San Gabriels beyond.
On January 5, Doctor Kathy Hochul finally gave New York its gogo juice, prescribing a bitter pill known as congestion pricing to clear its clogged passages and stimulate its mass transit system.
An island of noncommodification in a stormy, speculative ocean
“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.
Where ideas hit money and materials and space itself.
