In the English theater there's a term for it: jobbing actor. It's used to indicate actors who are regularly employed but infrequently achieve star status. They're typically extremely talented but haven't advanced to top billing due to luck, probably just as often as not.
Ernest Hemingway: Between Two Wars opens Sept. 25 at the Morgan Library and Museum in Manhattan. It's the first-ever major museum exhibition of his work, and promises a thorough examination of how the author honed his craft and brought emotional life to his writing.
The flashing Times Square spectacle on display all during August across a patchwork of multiple screens by the Brazilian street art twins is an animated curiosity, a dreamlike adventure featuring their yellow skinned characters who push their way through the screen and get closer to you.
The entrepreneurial spirit of a couple of guys, Wayne Rada and Rey Rosa, is luring artists back into Lower Manhattan, if only to paint a mural and help the tourist trade in Little Italy. That is how the L.I.S.A. Project (Little Italy Street Art) began three years ago.
I felt gratitude, again, for those experiences of going without, how integral they are to my perspective now when considering small things I have. In that sense, the man was a messenger, putting me in touch with my old suffering self. Perhaps I needed to see her.
His sensitivity and thoughtfulness contrasted my first impression of him from a few days before, when he primarily portrayed a gruff detective from the Jersey Shore in his one-man show at the Westside Theatre.
Manhattan has come a long way creating public spaces more aligned with nature and art. Old public places have undergone recent incarnations. Bryant Park now has a miniature golf course and a new wave of accordion pumping buskers.
For a second, ours was a ship of intrepid travelers, of those who kept on going where they needed to go. Some made heroic thrusts of outstretched hands to stay in balance. Some held on to chairs or stools at the bar.
As New York has grown into perhaps the globe's most famous metropolis, Inwood Hill has remained largely the same as it ever was: a verdant oasis on the edge of the city's most densely populated borough.
Manhattan Mini Storage's bold advertisements are expected, but one of their recent "Storage Space Love Stories" is worthy of more conversation than it's provoked. The image is all over New York City's MTA-- a transgender woman, or male drag queen, poses by a vanity with furs and wigs surrounding.
Obviously a Hampton's favorite by the multiple locations! Boutiques offer an eclectic mix of elegant, comfortable, and colorful women's clothing, accessories, fragrance, home décor, beachwear and swim.
Pendleton isn't just a choreographer. He's a photographer who's featured in galleries around the United States and Europe. He's a writer and reader who translates ideas into images on the stage. He's an adventurer who listens to birdcalls and imagines musical scores.
When it comes to otherworldly allure, few story ballets can rival Cinderella. Sergei Prokofiev's score haunts and enchants; the melodies mimic what one would expect from the imaginations of stars and fairies.
If you've ever stood on a New York City subway platform, you know that seeing a performer and a lingering crowd isn't the least bit unusual. Oftentimes you'll also be treated to an impromptu performance by a bystander (or a few), and more times than not, it's a sight to see.
If you're an editor like myself, you have a lot of manuscripts to read. If you're a bookseller, you've got to stay on top of what's being published. This summer it seems like most of the editors and booksellers I know are reading A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara's second novel.
Despite the possible drawback of blocked views from residential development, community activists in the Bronx are calling for a waterfront park of their own now that the High Bridge, which connects Manhattan to the Bronx through a pedestrian and biker bridge, has reopened.
My daughter -- my first born, the child who made me a Mommy -- is graduating Pre-K on Friday. I can't believe the journey -- that started with counting the seconds down until the day after Labor Day so I could press redial for two and a half hours just to get a school's application - is over.