The history of art is littered with naked ladies, of course, from Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus” to Ingres’s “Grande Odalisque” to Picasso’s “Nude Woman in a Red Armchair,” but Yuskavage’s ladies are, indeed, of a particular kind, and...
Why would that be?If your parents put you in martial arts when you were young, your parents had money. Martial-arts training isn’t cheap. And a lot of these guys were college wrestlers, so they all went to college....
Like the recent Broadway play “Little Bear Ridge Road,” “Well, I’ll Let You Go” is a portrait of people living in isolation, their walls up—a situation ripe for an explosion. Refreshingly, the play doesn’t cheat its way toward...
In 2009, after he had retired from his old career as a teen-age actor, and just as he was launching his new career as a grownup hip-hop star, Drake made a prediction: “When my album drop, bitches’ll buy...
As ever, Gray uses personal dramas to illuminate larger political realities. In the coming-of-age film “Armageddon Time,” he drew a direct connection from the racist policies of the Reagan era to the overt white supremacy of the Trump...
Midway through my watch of the new tech-satire series “The Audacity,” I received an e-mail from Google that I had received many times before. My personal data had been found online, it said. This time, it was my...
Like almost every smoker, I started when I was a child. Children aren’t supposed to smoke; it’s allegedly a part of the adult world, something you get inducted into once you turn eighteen. But everyone knows that the...
Other songs on “American Stories” are more personal. “Like a Spark” opens with a blues riff played on a nylon-string guitar, offset by the appearance of a saz, a long-necked Turkish lute that’s omnipresent in Middle Eastern music....
When I first moved to Brooklyn, in 2010, a small, stapled, glossy print product became my guide to my new neighborhood of Bushwick and beyond. The L Magazine covered the hipster-ridden stretch of the L train into Williamsburg,...
