In dingy basements and private clubs, an ancient Asian board game becomes a cutthroat battlefield for brainiacs. It's a cold night in January 2012 ...

New York burlesque is back, in all its topless glory--on well-lit Manhattan stages and at private parties; inside living rooms and in the cramped bac...

A hypothetical time-lapse video of Franklin Avenue in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, starting in the year 2000: The block is lined with dollar stores, bodeg...

I first noticed the river because it did not seem to be noticed by anyone else. It's an orphan of sorts, the mercurial Bronx River, wandering throu...

I am standing in the St. Regis hotel lobby and while it is not a particularly hot evening I am sweating profusely. I hate sweating before a job. I cas...

I grew up in an affluent, mind-warpingly dull town in suburban Connecticut. On a quest for some kind of meaning, as a cure for boredom, as a substitut...

The fish men see her still, their Annie, in the hide-and-seek shadows of South Street. She's telling her dirty jokes and doing anything for a buck: hu...

Bob Hain is a graphic artist whose website, Normalbobsmith.com, documents the strange and often 'woozy' characters of Union Square -- those who slou...