Zach Helfand

The mayoral candidate and social-media whiz hit the bleachers at the U.S. Open for a new kind of social-media gambit: the fan meetup.

Reporters engage in charm and betrayal; checkers are in the harm-reduction business.

By reviving the Presidential Fitness Test, Trump is joining his predecessors in setting forth a competition that he would likely fail at.

A Park Avenue finance guy goes fishing with a royal nanny and hooks a fifty-two-pounder.

Youman Wilder has coached local kids for twenty-one years—including four who have gone pro. When masked agents tried to interrogate his players, he told them, “You don’t have more rights than they do.”

The President’s golf club in Bedminster, New Jersey, got hit with the lowest health-inspection score in its county. How does it compare to a local Ecuadorian joint with a similar rating?

Before Game One against the Pacers, predictions rolled in from some under-the-radar fans: Peter Gelb, George Santos, Julian Casablancas, and a clarinettist at the New York Philharmonic.

Why do city drivers waste two hundred million hours a year circling the block?

When he was on “The Real World,” Trump’s Transportation Secretary, Sean Duffy, joked about a roommate’s “crusty undies.” What can New York’s governor learn by watching reruns of her congestion-pricing opponent?

After a screening of “Drop Dead City,” a new documentary on N.Y.C.’s 1975 fiscal crisis, a crew of old union stalwarts—sanitation workers, Bernie Sanders’s art teacher—reminisced about saving the city from bankruptcy.