Word: manhattanization
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...though many kids find ways of getting attention, child stars didn't have to figure out the art of allure through painful improvisation; they were taught by pros. Johansson and Ricci both attended a Manhattan showbiz seminary called the Professional Children's School. ("And what are you studying, little Christina?" "How to be a professional child." "Well, don't stay up all night studying, or you won't look like...
...Midler has come a long way since she was the gay guys' pin-up girl at the Continental Baths in Manhattan. She's 62 now, and her fans have matured with her. "Thirty years ago my audiences were on drugs," she confides. "Now they're on medication." Frequently she complains that she hasn't got the old energy. "Omigod I'm exhausted!" she apostrophizes after her very first number - adding, in re certain pop-star lip-synchers who've played the Strip, "That's what happens when you do your own songs...
...them, Passing Strange, is an idiosyncratic mix of rock concert and theatrical bildungsroman, presided over by a Los Angeles-based alt-rocker named Stew. The other, In the Heights, is a Latin- and hip-hop-flavored love letter to the Hispanic neighborhood of Washington Heights in upper Manhattan. The two shows have little in common except that neither could by any stretch of the imagination be mistaken for Phantom of the Opera...
...nude woman made of plaster casts of body parts covered in calfskin. (She was modeled on the wife of a Brazilian diplomat in New York, with whom he'd had a long, clandestine love affair.) But for years, Duchamp, who lived in a modest, $40-a-month apartment in Manhattan's Greenwich Village, told his friends he'd given art up for chess and philosophical writing. He said he believed in "masterly inactivity." Indeed, he, Picabia and Ray shared a talent for cerebral sloth. They all thought up endless word games that boil down to jokes about sex. This...
...Some time ago, I ran across a grocery store on the east side of Manhattan that had that odd New York habit of including several names on the same awning, as if they could never quite figure out what to call the place. One of the names - I'm not kidding - was East Cheese. For the rest of the afternoon I worried that deep in the little store's past there had been a bloody war of secession from the autocratic West Cheese. Somewhere in the neighborhood, I feared, some disgruntled Curds might still lurk...