It's about time.
Alternatives to holding suspects hostage for amounts they can't pay are gaining traction nationwide.
In this week's edition of First-Person Shooter we gave two cameras to Henry, a magician and clown who entertained at two birthday parties before showing us some magic tricks he has up his sleeve.
The criminal charges lean heavily on social media activity by young men of color.
When a former sex worker was picked up by the cops for no reason, she didn't take the easy route and plead guilty and sued the city for false arrest.
For $40 an hour, you can hire Nina Keneally to help fulfill all your motherly needs, like teaching you a new dinner recipe or providing career advice.
Just behind Citi Field sits an industrial wasteland of abandoned garages and festering garbage. This is Willets Point, a.k.a. the "Iron Triangle," and it's become a playground for some of the most talented graffiti writers in NYC over the last few years.
Nightlife haunts close for all kinds of reasons, but it's usually because they're awful.
For this week's edition of First-Person Shooter, a burlesque dancer in Manhattan documented the behind-the-scenes action that goes on when she's not up on stage.
Sanders hung out with Verizon strikers in Brooklyn Wednesday, and also snagged an endorsement from the local union for subway workers ahead of the April 19 New York primary.
This is how Pizza Rat dies.
In many ways, Brookdale University Hospital's emergency room—one of the busiest in New York City—acts as a bizarro microcosm of the inequitable American healthcare system.
The Safe Center LI assists around two dozen victims of sexual violence and abuse per day, but had to shut its doors on Wednesday because of road closures caused by a Trump rally.
The venti-sized building will apparently show customers "coffee as theater," whatever that means.
Then we brew up different flavors of kombucha with MUNCHIES and Noisey explains why New York's iconic Magic Shop recording studio had to shut its doors.
Under a budget deal struck Thursday, the minimum wage in NYC will be $15 by the end of 2018—and the rest of the state will eventually follow suit.
Sorry Coachella, they're reuniting early.
"I'm talking to you, and I'm alive, but physically, spiritually, mentally—I died."
If you come to Manhattan on St. Patrick's Day, there are scenes to behold of local-nightly-news B-roll pageantry, but really the day is a calamity, a demolition derby of male ego and the limits of human biology.
In the late 90s, Taku Onoda shot everyone from Mos Def to Wu-Tang to Guru.
The local DA is easing up on how cops enforce petty crimes to reduce the backlog in Manhattan Criminal Court, but it's still not wise to break these laws.
In her new book, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone, Olivia Laing explores the way various artists across several decades have interpreted New York's ability to alienate and exclude its inhabitants.
The former bus driver only made it a few blocks before another bus got in her way.