Henry Taylor’s Wild Heart Can’t Be Broken
A profile of the painter.
A profile of the painter.
On the unlikely friendship between Nelson Algren and the young writer during the final years of Algren’s life.
It was June of 1980 when Nelson called me breathlessly from the highway.
At Inhotim, Bernardo Paz commissioned the Jurassic Park of contemporary art. Then the Brazilian government started investigating him.
When the music of Vivaldi and Mozart are used to repel the homeless from sidewalks and Burger Kings, does it still glorify the dignity of humanity?
“There has to be some pleasure in this job, and that’s it. To go around in disguise. To act a character. To pass oneself off as what one is not. To pretend.”
The creator of Wonder Woman makes the case for superheroes.
A profile of New York City Ballet’s resident choreographer.
The battle for the old man with “snots running down his nose / Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.”
At home with the beloved writer and illustrator.
The stories of 35 women who were assaulted by Bill Cosby.
A week with DJ Avicii.
A trip to the International Tolstoy Conference to investigate an unsolved murder.
On creativity in the age of Trump.
An interview with Cobain a few months after the release of In Utero.
Elder abuse, secret recordings, shady memorabilia dealings and the sinister battle for the estate of 95-year-old Marvel legend Stan Lee.
“This isn’t an essay about clothes, exactly, nor is it about fashion, quite. It is about women and clothes and something that happens between them that we could think of as a kind of third rail of female experience.”
The story behind Tony Kushner’s examination of AIDS and homosexuality.
The playwright’s forgotten son.
“Didion was one of the boys, clearly, in the sense that men had noticed her writing and wanted to publish her. But she also couldn’t quite fit into their regime.”
Excerpted from Sharp: The Women Who Made an Art of Having an Opinion
On photographer Garry Winogrand and the unedited archive of more than half a million exposures he left behind.
A profile of Spears at her nadir.
Then there’s Mark Kostabi, the former New York gossip column fixture and self-professed “con artist” who everybody remembers but nobody talks about. Christie’s and Sotheby’s have no comment. Neither does the MoMA, the Guggenheim, or the Met, despite the curious fact that they all have Kostabis in their permanent collections. As for quotes from some highfalutin critics expounding on the semiotics of cone hats, cash registers, and the Sony Walkman in Kostabi’s work? Not a chance.
In 2001, a young Japanese woman walked into the North Dakota woods and froze to death. Had she come in search of the $1 million dollars buried nearby in the film Fargo?
How to run a fashion empire.
On William Eggleston’s The Red Ceiling and an unsolved murder.