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The reopening of galleries and museums in New York, after those locked-down early-pandemic months, in which art shows could only be viewed online, has made me newly appreciative of the ability to move my body through an actual exhibition space. (On entering the Met, the other week, I felt almost literally uplifted.) And yet, sometimes, a virtual art exhibit can hit just the spot, too. So it is with the Al Hirschfeld show “A National Insanity: 75 Years of Looking for NINA,” which recently “closed…
about 3 years ago
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Bilton’s interesting if uneven documentary sets out to examine the pursuit of this particular kind of fame, by engaging in what he dubs a “social experiment.” (Bilton is a special correspondent for Vanity Fair, where he covers the intersection of tech and politics.) He puts out a casting call that asks its potential respondents one question—“Do you want to be famous?”—and out of the thousands of hopefuls who apparently do, he selects three individuals, with the goal of making them Instagram infl…
about 3 years ago
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In the Netflix series, Murphy keeps such a tight rein on Halston’s world that
the designer is unable to breathe as a subject.
almost 3 years ago
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From a café in Sydney, the Australian actress, who plays an aerobics guru on the
Apple TV+ series “Physical,” discusses Vegemite, spandex, and her preference for
Iyengar yoga.
almost 3 years ago
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Julia Fox, the “Uncut Gems” star who appears in Steven Soderbergh’s “No Sudden Move” on HBO Max, visits Our Lady of Pompeii to discuss abuse, addiction, sex work, and starring opposite Adam Sandler despite having no acting experience.
almost 3 years ago
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The photographer, who has documented conflicts around the world, describes her new collection as “the most exposing thing” she has ever done.
over 2 years ago
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“Succession” is a show that is gleeful about breaking taboos, and since its première, in 2019, it’s flung around not just urine but a whole gross slew of bodily secretions. We’ve had references to excrement, both metaphorical (“He particularly loved the guys who ate the shit for him, and he never even knew it,” Kendall Roy says, of his father, to his slavish brother-in-law, Tom Wambsgans, in Season 2) and literal (that same season, Kendall wakes up after a hard night of partying to discover that…
over 2 years ago
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The former socialite and associate of Jeffrey Epstein’s has been compared by one of her attorneys to the Biblical Eve, a woman asked to pay for the sins of the man, as if a woman can’t also make a perfectly legitimate criminal.
over 2 years ago
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What are we supposed to make of Kim Kardashian’s budding romance with Pete Davidson, and of Kanye West’s new relationship with Julia Fox?
over 2 years ago
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Though I briefly wondered if Instagram’s algorithm was attempting to crack a joke about criticism’s meaninglessness at my expense, the juxtaposition I happened on wasn’t actually all that surprising. Kardashian—reality-TV megastar, shapewear and skin-care mogul, attorney in training, Kanye West’s ex-wife and mother of his children, and a chief arbiter of twenty-first-century beauty standards—is nothing if not a divisive figure. Frequently lambasted for practically embodying the “famous for being…
7 months ago
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For most of its history, the Chelsea has been known as a refuge for bohemians of all stripes. Its famous occupants have included Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe, Dylan Thomas, Janis Joplin, Arthur C. Clarke, and, perhaps most notoriously, Sid Vicious, who was accused of murdering his girlfriend Nancy Spungen, in 1978, in Room 100. In a recent memoir, “Don’t Call Me Home,” Alexandra Auder—the daughter of Andy Warhol’s muse Viva—recounts growing up at the Chelsea in the nineteen-eighties: “Alo…
7 months ago
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Since “The Bachelor” began airing, in 2002, a big part of the appeal of the series and its long-running corollary, “The Bachelorette,” has been its casts’ youthful good looks. This is especially evident in the franchise’s most successful spinoff, the horny, spring-break-style offering “Bachelor in Paradise,” which has now been on TV for nine seasons. (“Bombshell: Bachelor Nation Stars Who Have the Most Insane Bikini Bodies—See Them All!,” as a tabloid headline recently put it.) In its début seas…
6 months ago
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Ivanka narrowly wriggled out of being a defendant herself: she stopped working for the Trump Organization, where she had been an executive vice-president, in 2017—which, as luck would have it, places her outside the statute of limitations for the trial’s purposes. She also did her best to avoid getting called as a government witness, with her lawyers claiming that she would “suffer undue hardship” if she were “required to testify at trial in New York in the middle of a school week.” (Ivanka live…
6 months ago
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Bonnet was born in Geneva, and now lives in Los Angeles with her husband—the ceramist Adam Silverman—and their two children. I first met Bonnet last spring, when I interviewed her at the Metrograph theatre, on the Lower East Side, before a screening of David Cronenberg’s 1979 film “The Brood,” which she selected as part of a series of her favorite body-horror movies. This past August, I visited her at her studio in Rhode Island, where she and Silverman spend the summers, and where she was prepar…
5 months ago
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Doherty, who is in his mid-thirties, and grew up in Putnam County, New York, began taking photos as a child, after his grandfather gave him a point-and-shoot film camera when he was seven. (“He was a photographer, but also a bodybuilder and an actor,” Doherty told me when we spoke on the phone recently. “A real character.”) Doherty approached photography very seriously from the start. “I was a little investigator with my little camera. I was, like, I’m going to walk around the woods and photogra…
5 months ago
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Nevertheless, a year and a half ago, Briganti found himself directing a movie about another group of dummies who go camping. “The Treasure of Foggy Mountain,” now out on Peacock, stars Please Don’t Destroy, the “Saturday Night Live” trio composed of Martin Herlihy, John Higgins, and Ben Marshall, who have become known for their absurdist, aggressively self-deprecating digital shorts. In the movie, which was produced by Judd Apatow, they play three small-town friends in their mid-twenties who dec…
5 months ago
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Recently, Ryder, who is now twenty-one, returned to indie movies with a lead role in “The Sweet East,” the cinematographer Sean Price Williams’s directorial début. In the film—a no-holds-barred picaresque romp, written by Nick Pinkerton—Ryder plays Lillian, a South Carolina teen whose good looks and ingenious manner allow her to glide from one American subculture to another. (She meets a slew of colorful characters along the way, played by actors such as Jacob Elordi, Simon Rex, Ayo Edebiri, and…
4 months ago
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The Siegels, Ray explains to her audience, are “turning their home town upside down with a new approach to eco-living!” Whitney and Asher are real-estate developers, and “Green Queen” documents their attempts to build high-end, environmentally friendly “passive homes” in the struggling New Mexico town of Española. The houses have mirrored façades, seemingly meant to reflect Española’s indigenous landscape—Whitney sees them as works of art, half complaining and half bragging that she has been acc…
4 months ago
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In sporty black sneakers, with her hair in a bob, Squibb radiated cheerful capability. She grew up in a small town in Illinois, the daughter of an insurance salesman and a piano teacher. She knew early on that she wanted to be in show business—“since I came out of the womb,” she said. At nineteen, she joined the Cleveland Play House to perform in musicals. “A lot of people came out of there, like Dom,” she said, gesturing at an Al Hirschfeld caricature of the late Dom DeLuise, her good friend, w…
3 months ago
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Indeed, the e-mails arrive so frequently that it’s easy to grow numb to how bonkers they are. Alternating among alarming warnings, vaudevillian cracks, craven flattery, folksy insults, erratic typography and punctuation, and, of course, impassioned pleas for donations, all presented in a graphic-design language seemingly generated by MS Paint, they make for a rollicking and often frightening joyride. On February 2nd, for instance, Trump supporters around the world received an e-mail with the sub…
3 months ago
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“Ethan thinks I’m like Jamie,” Cooke said on a Zoom call the other day, from a wooden-raftered Airbnb in Albuquerque, where the couple are shooting another movie. “I’m a glass-half-full person. Ethan can kind of spiral into—”
“I’m like Marian,” Coen interjected. He had a close-cropped salt-and-pepper beard and wore black-rimmed glasses. “I’m the worrier.” He sighed. “Sometimes I get infuriated with Trish for not worrying!”
“I admit I can be a little cavalier,” Cooke conceded. She had on black-ri…
2 months ago
