“How a young talent from East London went from open-mic nights to making the most sublimely unsettling show of the year.”
New York City’s lifeguard corps is Baywatch meets Tammany Hall, the fiefdom of a man named Peter Stein.
“On eating and coping mechanisms, childhood and self-control, criticism, love, cancer, and pandemics.”
“How 24 pairs of leather pants, a tearaway tutu, and red pointe shoes made for a generation’s greatest dance movie.”
The fossil-fuel companies expect to profit from climate change. I went to a private planning meeting and took notes.
Let’s drop a pin in this and take it off-line so we can futureproof the intiative with these key learnings and co-create innovative win-wins that require an omni-channel push but no critical ask. Actually, let’s not.
A Harvard Law professor who teaches a class on judgment wouldn’t seem like an obvious mark, would he?
What happened when Brooklyn’s oldest nursery school decided to become less old-fashioned? A riot among the one percent.
This might strike you as a wildly self-serving theory: that the epic rift tearing apart this preposterously wealthy family was the fault not of the lifelong ne’er-do-well, who’d spent four decades partying his way through a family fortune, but of his outwardly much more responsible and sober brother, who had run the family business for over a decade. More than that: that the responsible, sober one was actually reckless, vindictive, manipulative, and untrustworthy even with those who knew him best. And even more: that the final break came when the supposedly responsible one engineered an elaborate conspiracy to frame his brother involving a henchman and two corrupt cops.