The annual Best-of-[Our Fair City] issue that a magazine puts out (as all geographically specific magazines do) is more properly titled “Our [Our Fair City]”, since it’s less a comprehensive best than an exhaustive presentation of what all of us really like, or don’t, about the place we live. So, The L Magazine’s Best of New York Issue, out now and online now that our website isn’t broken anymore, hurrah, offers up our New York (and at least partly yours, presumably, if you read and like our magazine), in Politics and Media and Letters and Food & Drink and Film and Music and Theater and Art and Fashion and People & Places.
- In keeping with the Best of/Our New York theme, Adam Bonislawski walks the length of Broadway in a day, coming in through the Bronx at dawn and finishing up at Southern tip at night, in The Heart of the Heart of the city.
- The Natural Redhead, Audrey Ference, begins this week’s sex advice column by saying “You know who else loved watching chicks shit on stuff? James Joyce.” I could explain why, but maybe you’d better just read it for yourself.
- In Musicology, Mike Conklin talks about The New Conor Oberst Record, and is pleasantly surprised to see a designated Voice of a Generation quietly settling into himself. Meanwhile, over in the film section, Michael Joshua Rowin takes on the “telling pair of white guy fantasies” Tropic Thunder and Pineapple Express, and Benjamin Strong assesses the continuing vitality of the French New Wave, as embodied in Claude Chabrol’s A Girl Cut in Two and Eric Rohmer’s (potential career-capper) The Romance of Astrea and Celadon.
- Plus, an actual not flashy trash restaurant in the Meatpacking District, and a bar harbinging the impending gentrification of Crown Heights. (Or “Cro Hill,” as Prospect Heights-adjacent areas are occasionally now called, I’m told. Still, I thought for sure that Clinton Hill’s continued expansion into Bed Stuy was the next big thing in Brooklyn gentrification…) Plus cabbies on where to eat late and bartenders on Eliasson’s Waterfalls, and more and more and more until you think you’re going to throw up.