Author: ruhlwrite

Amando De Guzman is gazing out the window. His eyes are restless. He’s staring at the people walking on 23rd Avenue, but all he’s seeing is the rubble of Port-Au-Prince. “In my imagination, I saw bodies in the destroyed buildings,” he says, his voice soft and sad. “I was shocked by the condition of Haiti and all the suffering. It’s much worse than the photos.” Amando, a registered nurse, is a pro at dealing with emergencies. His is one of the first faces…

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There are no cupcakes in Michael Cyril Creighton‘s apartment. Something is terribly wrong. Since July, the world has been watching with delicious delight as Michael stuffs his face with Bakeway cupcakes on , the comedy series he created for YouTube whose second season starts today. “I do not like cupcakes; Jack does,” he says emphatically in his stage-perfect diction. “I would prefer a taco. I’m more savory than sweet.” This is a blow, especially after the workout…

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It was a muggy August night when Steven Feigenbaum sent the text message – “I have something that will change your life” — that set everything in motion. What’s surprising is that Dan Bowen could have Rollerbladed over, but he didn’t. He hopped on his motorcycle. He arrived on Steven’s stoop at 8 p.m. “I’d like you to go across the country with me,” Steven told him. “On Rollerblades.” As calmly as if he were agreeing to go to…

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It’s tough being famous. Just ask Oskar. He’s standing in the window of his chic pet boutique, The Jumping Bulldog, getting ready to sunbathe on his royal-red bed when I show up. Nobody told him about this interview and photo shoot, and his day is packed with play dates. But like all great celebrities, he smiles and takes it in stride. His mommy, Tanja R. Firrigno, will hear about it later no matter how many treats she proffers in apology. Oskar — like Cher and Madonna, he doesn’t…

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Strong sunlight streams onto the circular coffee table, illuminating a pyramid-shaped amethyst crystal and a white candle that sends out the scents of lemon and verbena. Golda Poretsky settles herself on the plush red-velveteen sofa and places her tarot cards on the table. After asking the universe, in the name of the Cosmic Mother and the Cosmic Father, to bless the reading, she slowly shuffles the deck. Flip, flip, flip, she turns over the oversized, sapphire-color cards. She pushes her long dark…

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