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For every celebrity I spy when I dine at Sardi’s after a show, I order a Bloody Mary. It’s a tradition. Needless to say, Sardi’s being celebrity central, I’ve enjoyed some very boozy nights there. The latest was Apr. 24, following a preview of Pippin. The show ran long (wonderfully long, I should add), so we didn’t arrive until near 11.

What makes you feel it’s finally spring? The proverbial first robin? Tulips blooming in the park? Soft shell crabs on a restaurant menu? For me, it’s always meant a desire to expose my toes—the closest we city-dwellers can get to going barefoot. And that calls for a pedicure (not that you can’t get one in the winter months, too, but with feet swaddled in socks and boots and what-all, it seems less mandatory, somehow).

When Missoni Home planned to open their first New York showroom and store, they figured a storefront in the city would appeal to the Hamptons crowd anyway, so they may as well go closer to home. Or second home, that is. And so, yesterday, they opened up shop at 50 Jobs Lane in chic Southampton with a wide array of home décor items: signature zig-zag printed pillows, sofa and chaise, rugs, towels and outdoor furniture, all just begging for a summer house to sit in.

David Burke is not your run-of-the-mill chef. He’s not even your run-of-the-mill chef/entrepreneur. A recent visit to his Townhouse, the first of the restaurants in his now impressive gastronomic empire, revealed a fascinating man … one who never stops thinking, never stops exploring new opportunities, never stops creating.

Ah, Carnegie Hall. There are few concert venues like it. Since 1891, the institution has attracted the highest of high culture acts to New York City. Sitting in the opulent Main Hall, one can palpably sense the historic majesty of the space: It's hard not to imagine oneself a monocle-touting trade mogul or an aristocratic missus decked out in her jewel-adorned ball gown, Galilean binoculars in hand.

Matthew Barney is an artist whom I admire but don’t necessarily understand. His work easily seduces and just as easily repulses. Understanding may not even be necessary. His 2003 site-specific exhibition of photographs, film, drawings and sculptures at the Guggenheim Museum, The Cremaster Cycle, was a mind-bending visceral experience, a total sensory overload and a tough act to follow.

Once a year, Where magazine puts out a fancy, glossy-paged book that sits on coffee tables of hotel rooms across the city. Piecing it together is a creative and exciting task, as all the editors at the magazine convene to collaborate on a comprehensive insider's look at the latest and greatest in New York City.

Maybe it’s because so many of us inhabit a boxy room (two, if we’re lucky) that New Yorkers love to look at other people’s homes. We drool over The Times Sunday Real Estate section, with its glossy ads and blueprints, peruse the photos in realtors’ office windows, flock to open houses of apartments for sale. It is for us that the Kips Bay Decorator Show House was invented. Well, actually, the annual project was invented for the Kips Bay Boys & Girls Club, a venerable nonprofit that provides after-school programs for underprivileged children.

The cherry blossom trees were in full bloom in Madison Square Park last Wednesday, and so, for that matter, was Mayor Bloomberg. The occasion was a colorful one: The mayor made his appearance (and a few corny jokes about the nice weather) for the unveiling of Brooklyn-based artist Orly Genger's Red, Yellow and Blue, a large-scale art installation that has transformed the Flatiron public space into her very own fantasy canvas (on view thru Sept. 8).

The 2013 Tony Award nominations have been announced, and the gongs will be handed out June 9. What is there to jeer or cheer about between now and then? The following is purely subjective.

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