A multiracial group mills about, sipping Haitian rum from plastic cups inside a four-story building on Lenox Avenue. The humid spring night marks the first evening of the second run of the “Haiti in Harlem” film series at the Maysles Cinema and Film Institute, and the eclectic gathering includes Harlemites, Haitians, cinephiles young and old and Aboudja, a voodoo priest and drummer who’s been tapped to lead a concert after the film in the downstairs lounge of the pint-sized theater. Read more

My path to real estate riches began on the subway, when I grabbed a copy of a free daily rag one morning to read on the way to work. On the same day that Bernie Madoff pled guilty to the biggest investment fraud in Wall Street history, I was intrigued to find a full-page ad with the blaring headline: "HOW TO GET YOUR SHARE OF TODAY'S TRILLION DOLLAR RECOVERY." Read more Read it in print

Mohamed and Ahmed push through the wall of burly, beefy men and force their way up the stairs to the roof-deck bar. It’s Saturday night at the crowded Chelsea gay destination known for leather a Read more

Alissa Moore works the griddle, preparing a batch of steaming pancakes to go with a bowl of fresh strawberries. By 7 a.m. Vonetta Storbakken is brewing a pot of herbal tea, and her husband Jason Storbakken is sitting on the couch, reading quietly. It’s Friday morning at 32 Hart Street, a nondescript four-story brownstone on a quiet, tree-lined street in Bedford-Stuyvesant, and the Morning Prayer meeting is getting off to a lazy start. Read more