The largest arts festival in the world is the biggest it has ever been this year, and some skinny, bitchy New Yorkers are in on the action.
"Quagmire!" "Flabbergasted!" “ Doldrums!"
Times Square's got the blues. Artist Molly Dilworth's "Cool Water, Hot Island" river-like street treatment was unveiled by city officials today, who hope the public art will lend a sense of permanence to Times Square's pedestrian plazas.
About 150 people gathered recently for a little face time with a mystery celebrity inside an 8x8 mirrored, Mylar box.
It was the first of four Friday performances of Starbox, the brainchild of experimental theater troupe Art.Party.Theater.Company.
Names, dates, angels, praying hands, and footprints: the design on that woman's arm could be more than just a tattoo. It might be a living memorial to someone she loved.
Brion Gysin's Dream Machine is a sculpture that, when seen with closed eyes, is meant to draw the viewer into a "trance-like, hallucinatory state."
Moments before the sky opened up to a sticky summer storm, a dry wooden dragon appeared in Kew Gardens. Traditional lion dancers performed on the concrete as Buddhist monks blessed the dragonhead, which happened to be attached to a one-ton wooden boat.
Bellies up! New York's first large-scale bellydancing conference pops its hips on the Lower East Side this weekend.
The 60-year-old president of New York City's Stickball Hall of Fame waxes poetic about his favorite street game in this video.
A new biography of the writer gets us digging for a rare interview from WNYC.
When oil started gushing in the Gulf, Brooklynite Josephine Decker felt overwhelmed. She wanted to do something to call attention to the spill and start conversations about conserving oil. So she got a group of dancers together, dressed them in white, and had them balance small buckets of oil-like liquid ...
Pride parade revelers scream, cry, and weigh-in on Civil Rights. Then they scream some more.
It's Gay Pride month in New York, and some of the city's LGBTQ youth celebrated with a ceremony of their own at the Hetrick-Martin Institute's annual Dameon Awards ceremony.
Above the shrieks of dancing teenagers and the rumble of passing buses, Manuel Vega played the piano at Fordham Plaza in the Bronx. He's not a concert pianist. He's just a regular guy who happened to see a piano on the sidewalk.
Sick of soccer? The fencing world cup slashes its way to Brooklyn this weekend.
After spending four years in storage, Alice Tully Hall's 19-ton concert organ is back in business. Or at least back at Lincoln Center.