The kind of tone-deaf élitism—and implicit racism—with which today’s on-trend décor, clothing, and gadgetry are conceived and marketed is not lost on millennials. Parodies of hyper-refined brands like Kinfolk and self-conscious neighborhoods like the twenty-tens Lower East Side—home to forty-year-old Read More …
Click:Dior wrapping paper If a museum director in the twenty-first century is always wearing two hats—one for the art and another for money—then the Metropolitan Museum of Art has found a great man for the job. At 5 P.M. today, Read More …
Electronic dance music doesn’t get enough credit. Using a machine to make a beat, to layer melodies on top of it, to create a crescendo that makes the listener’s heart swell and hands rise up in the air, requires as Read More …
Heading into his Super Bowl halftime performance on Sunday night, Justin Timberlake wasn’t having an especially triumphant week. His newest album, “Man of the Woods,” which he teased as a kind of roots-rock survivalist manual, did not collect many accolades Read More …
Decades are lived, and then scavenged: so goes the endlessly turning spit of popular culture. For the paranoid among us, this cycle seems to have accelerated in recent years, perhaps, in part, because the artifacts of those bygone eras—clothes, songs, Read More …
The first prize at Sunday night’s Academy Awards was announced before the evening began. As we gazed down at the Dolby Theatre from on high, enjoying what was officially described as “a really dope view” of the proceedings, Giuliana Rancic, Read More …
Pop quiz, SpongeBob. Which of the following took place at the seventy-second annual Tony Awards? The answer, my Doolittles, is e) All of the Above. This year’s Tonys did not stint on weird juxtapositions, tuneful numbers, or memorable speeches. In Read More …
On the occasion of a new exhibition of Saul Steinberg’s drawings, Patterson Sims, the managing director of the Saul Steinberg Foundation, spoke with The New Yorker’s art editor, Françoise Mouly, and her husband, the graphic artist and writer Art Spiegelman. Read More …
Manhattan’s Tribeca neighborhood used to be Harvey Weinstein’s territory. He conducted his ugly business in its glossy environs. His company’s offices were on Greenwich Street, above the Tribeca Grill, where he was known to hold court. When the annual Tribeca Read More …
The scene: a slice of a suburban house in West Hartford, Connecticut. Upstairs, a double bed just contains the supine body of the actress, Lois Smith, now eighty-seven, who—barely mobile, on oxygen, in her nightgown—conveys more rage and sorrow and Read More …