An estimated 75% of American adults suffer from odontophobia, a severe fear of dentistry, and still, few doctors improve upon the status quo to make their patients more comfortable. Enter Central Park Dental Spa, the crown jewel of enameled crowns. Led by Dr. Eda Ellis, the 7th-story dental practice sits on the southern tip of Manhattan’s Central Park—a perfect perch from which to spy the horse-drawn carriages without having to smell them.

“Acting is like sex."

Elena Anaya is having trouble finding the right words. Adding to the distracting whirr of overhead helicopters—the media literally won’t stop hovering over Pope Benedict XVI during his four-day visit to Madrid—is the 36-year-old Spanish actor’s relative greenness when it comes to conducting interviews in her second language, and it’s trying her patience. “My English is such bullshit,” she says while attempting to convey the personal import of her latest film, this month’s Pedro Almodóvar–directed thriller, The Skin I Live In.

Television hasn’t been kind to Mike White. His first writing and producing gig, on the seminal teen saga Dawson’s Creek, wasn’t exactly what he “wanted to be doing.” His next show, NBC’s critically-acclaimed Freaks and Geeks, was unceremoniously canceled. Even his stint as a reality TV star on the 14th season of The Amazing Race had him sleeping on train station floors next to his 71-year-old father, Mel, before getting eliminated early in the competition. But with his newest project, Enlightened, luck finally seems to be on his side.

"I do not have cancer. It was like I needed convincing.”

I dislike editor’s letters. The cutesy rhyme—editor’s letters—makes me cringe just like it did when Mystikal, on Mariah Carey’s “Don’t Stop (Funkin’ 4 Jamaica),” paired “bowl of gumbo” with “play in the clubo.” I find the supposed omniscience of the letters inauthentic in a patronizing, Wizard of Oz–type way, and, truth be told, part of me resents playing tour guide when we typically reserve two to three precious pages of each issue for the table of contents.

"I guess you could say I’m not all that into party music."

"She’s so much more than a good-looking Hollywood starlet."

"We’re nothing but frappuccino sipping savages."

Through his designs, Hussein Chalayan tells wondrous, fantastical stories—even if few people can decipher them. “As with great art and films, whose concepts can be obscure but still appreciated, my designs don’t need to be understood in order to be enjoyed as garments,” says the 41-year-old British designer. “If the end result of my work is a range of nice dresses, I don’t really mind if the consumer understands it or not.”