Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The documentarian Nicola Fegg came across Valeria’s videos, and found them “completely charming—and also really weird.” When Russian bombs struck Ukraine two years ago, Valeria Shashenok, a twenty-year-old aspiring fashion photographer,…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Cindy Sherman, the grande dame of the Pictures Generation, has a new show up at Hauser & Wirth’s recently opened space in SoHo—a collection of wacky, digitally collaged character studies, which…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Not long ago, I randomly opened Vaclav Smil’s recent book “Size: How It Explains the World.” The first paragraph I read, in a chapter about good and bad design, concerned rubber…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story For the cover of the February 26, 2024, issue, the artist Marcellus Hall set out to celebrate the pleasures of the season—from skating and skiing to cozying up with a book.…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story “I’m embarrassed about the fluid situation,” the comedian Jenny Slate began, apologizing for her cold. We were talking on Zoom, and she was some three thousand miles away, in Los Angeles,…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The residents of the apartment complex are respectable. There are doctors, lawyers, and a surplus of those drably enigmatic persons known as “young professionals.” The building itself, the Starliner Tower, on…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Rachel SymeStaff writer You’re reading the Goings On newsletter, a guide to what we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week. Sign up to receive it in your in-box. So far,…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Don’t trust the credits. Just as producer credits are sometimes handed out like bonuses, screenwriter credits often fail to reflect work that directors do on scripts they shoot. But one of…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story The first zine that I ever read was called Snotrag, and its author was a straight-edge hardcore fan, bike enthusiast, and occasional raver who lived in Vermont. I was none of…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story When Layla and Tarek meet up on a street corner one night in Brooklyn, they greet each other with the jerky unease of people who don’t know whether or not to…