The first Chinese immigrants arrived in San Francisco in the 1850s. Many came to escape China's uncertain economic conditions, attracted by the Gold ...
I first saw Sxip ("Skip") Shirey when his band Luminescent Orchestrii opened for Dresden Dolls on the night that brought in 2008. It was an odd but oddly perfect pairing.
On Friday, leading galleries in Chinatown open their doors for Box Scheme, the culminating exhibition of California Institute of the Arts' (CalArts) graduating MFA candidates.
I do appreciate alleys for their beauty as a rare piece of forgotten New York. There's really nothing you can do to save or preserve them and their value is in their scarcity.
NEW YORK (Associated Press)-- Officials say 13 people, including 10 firefighters, have been injured in a seven-alarm fire on Manhattan's Lower East Si...
The owner of a Chinatown brothel offered free sex and paid $18,000 in cash to an undercover Chicago police officer posing as a corrupt cop in exchange...
If you followed the instructions on the appointed evening, you would have found yourself in the catacombs among a capacity crowd of eighty or so hardboiled writing fans.
Pell Street is one of those iconic Chinatown blocks that filmmakers love to shoot on. Short and narrow, with an abundance of awnings and flags, the abrupt end at Mott Street gives it a sense of intimacy.
Roman Polanski's The Ghost Writer is one of the best films I've seen in recent years. Yet it seems unlikely, at least in America, to break out beyond the art house hit status.
The filmmaking is confident, organic, efficient at the highest level. And why not? Although Polanski is now 77, the director who made Chinatown and The Pianist still has his A-game.
Roman Polanski emerged from the womb knowing cinema. Proof lies in his glorious first feature, Knife in the Water, a tense, complex, three-character study.
On Sunday, New York City's Chinatown hosted the annual Lunar New Year celebrations, welcoming the Year of the Tiger with a parade that wove along Can...
It seemed like an innocent enough request, "Dad can you take my friends and I to Chinatown this Friday when we have the day off?" "Sure," I said. After all it would be good to get out and do something.
The Last New Yorker offered me another opportunity to capture a New York City that was fading away and like my photography books, offered a window into people on the margins.
Neat freaks, beware of Brownsville, steer clear of Morrisania and forget about Chinatown.
These are some of the neighborhoods that received the wors...