She teaches directors to direct.

“The regular average layman couldn’t see what I see. And the way they’re painting the trainer is all wrong. Look at him there, screaming, Do this! and Do that! I never had anyone telling me what to do. I did it. Shouting at the fighter like that makes him look like an animal, like a horse to be trained.”

The making of an all-time great video game.

The former Beastie Boy, 48, tries to figure out what’s next.

Lonnie Sue Johnson is an artist who can’t retain a memory for longer than a minute or two.

The British artist, a contemporary of Damien Hirst and Tracey Emin, has been called “the most unabashedly all-balls-out, rock ‘n’ roll” of her generation.

A woman thought a Coen brothers movie was a “true story” and tracked it to her death. Now someone’s made a fictional film about her, further blurring the lines between reality and artifice.

Many people hoped that this would be the second book she’d publish.

Being friends with Susan Sontag was thrilling, but also “shot through in the end with mutual irritation.”

What’s behind the cyclical fashionability of the monstrously ugly Birkenstock?

Academics are convinced it’s an intelligent satire.

The writer Alfred Chester, who died alone in a Jerusalem apartment in 1971 at just 37, was brilliant. He was also insane.

He was a fixture in the kitchen of one of Seattle’s most celebrated restaurants, with plans to move to New York City to further his career. Then he robbed a bank.

Besieged by pirates, and youngsters unused to paying to watch sex, the porn industry just isn’t what it used to be.

“Some of the best lines — and I’ve been lucky to hear really nutso lines over the years — are not in response to any kind of question. It’s in response to, ‘I don’t know.’”

A drag pageant pioneer dropped out of the public eye after the 1960s. What happened to her?

A correspondence school for writers turns out to be a sham. This piece forced it into bankruptcy.

An eyewitness tells us what it was like to be there.

Mamoru Samuragochi’s story turned out to be too good to be true.

An ode to Juiceboxxx, a 27-year-old rapper from Milwaukee no one’s ever heard of.

“When constant revisionism and re-invention is under way, what does it profit a biographer to drag the weary ‘facts’ before us?”

Uncovering the real story behind Capote’s Hand-Carved Coffins.

The great director always refused to get liposuction.

The selfie may have ended any hope of resurrecting New York’s nightlife.

An art museum in Tasmania is saving the local economy. It also offers an “eternity membership” which, for $75,000, will see your ashes displayed there once you’ve gone.