Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story “She never made this cake,” Cole Escola informed me, briskly whipping egg whites as I sifted flour. It was early June, and we were baking at Joe’s Pub, the downtown performance…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Brian SeibertSeibert has covered dance for Goings On since 2002. You’re reading the Goings On newsletter, a guide to what we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week. Sign up to…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Who among us hasn’t been catfished by a strawberry? At a farmers’ market recently, I bought a carton of strawberries that were vermillion, fragrant, and totally bland. I thought I was…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The art of storytelling is the art of simplification—of giving smooth contours and sharp points to messily loose-ended incidents. That’s why, when artists tell their life stories, the plethora of factual…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The other week, I updated the operating system on my Mac laptop after putting the task off for many months. (One intractable flaw of technological devices: they never actually update overnight…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Watch “Hills and Mountains.” Salar Pashtoonyar’s documentary short begins by discussing how the Soviet invasion of 1979 fundamentally altered life in Afghanistan. Over footage of people going about their day in…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story My son, who is at pains to tell you that he is not five but five and three-quarters, is obsessed with the future. He draws pictures of crystalline cityscapes crisscrossed by…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Summer is often a special, slower time—a respite from the frenetic activity of the rest of the year—that allows for spending more time with loved ones. For the cover of the…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Summers in Kansas City in the nineteen-thirties were so hot that my mother’s father moved his bed into the porch, which opened off the living room and was screened on three…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story James Casebere photographs places that don’t exist. Or, rather, in lieu of photographing real places, he photographs ideas about them—their political inclinations, their psychic textures, their dream logics. Take, for instance,…
