Eric Schwartau

Wherever man spews his seed, there are rats indeed.

Suddenly, the beaver cosplay is feeling very real.

Evading the question of fare evasion

Self-care, evidently, is a virtuous quest worthy of legend.

Binging on mindfulness

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.

We’re attached to a dream we’ve been sold but can’t afford.

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

On New York’s changing bath culture

A good-intentioned book channels a torrent of research and riffs into galaxy-brain takes.

Our Catty Corner columnist ponders the war on cars.

Like with much of what is spewed out of New York’s over-hyped, PR-industrial complex, a closer look at Central Park reveals a thin green veneer covering a hollow and tired system.