Sometimes, Henry Stewart likes to sit in his Bay Ridge apartment, wearing nothing but a top hat, and write reviews of classical music events.
That's it: I'm done sticking up for the Decemberists.
With a little help from their lady-friends.
Just like the Knife, but without the dude. Also, sadder.
We know dance-punk is over. You know dance-punk is over. But do 1990s know dance punk is over? Unclear.
Deerhunter guitarist goes solo, deserves more credit for making Deerhunter sound like Deerhunter.
Directed by Emmanuel Mouret
Directed by Paul H-O and Tom Donahue
Directed by Ramin Bahrani
Directed by Michel Auder and Andrew Neel
Directed by Monty Miranda
Directed by Mathew Kaufman and Jon Hart
Directed by Steve McQueen
Directed by Cary Joji Fukunaga
Marfa, a Texas town that brings so many images to mind, few of them good, has been reinvented as an LES bar and restaurant.
Speakeasy Raines Law Room feigns exclusivity, but proves accommodating and full of surprises.
This sad tale of rural poverty is exactly the kind of theater we need right now. Seriously.
An exercise in esoterics goes too far for its own good, not to mention ours.
Given current official reconsiderations of our country’s stance on torture and the Iraq War, J. Robert Lennon’s newest novel seems an apt examination of the effects of violence, both on those subjected to it and those who administer it.
“’You can’t demand too much of a Lithuanian writer’s imagination.’”
What to Invest In, and What to Buy on the Cheap
Taking a Permanent Vacation from Your Bad Habits
Is Jenny Holzer really the patron saint of Twitter?
When it comes to our artists, we (by which I mean the public at large) have something of a sadistic streak. We like to see them suffer.
Didn't you move to New York CIty to do all kinds of really interesting things? Well, now you can.
