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Jessica Lange dresses up in iconography.
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Glenn Ligon’s conceptualist text piece is neither protest nor poetry.
Big Little Lies is all surprise, no suspense.
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Asghar Farhadi’s The Salesman is a gripping portrait of life under a repressive regime.
The Lego Batman Movie starts great but plunges precipitously.
Twenty-five things to see, hear, watch, and read.
Trumpism isn’t supposed to make sense.
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Illustrating refugee stories.
Daily Intel evaluates the Trump appointees, from bad to monstrous.
Imagining the White House’s Black History Month plan.
In 1980, Elite Models and other agencies had begun signing barely pubescent young women.
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Lalo’s California-inspired kasha varnishkes.
First look at Norman, the Nordic-inspired design studio cafeteria from Fredrik Berselius and Claus Meyer.
Union Square Cafe’s next-door takeaway shop, Daily Provisions, is now open.
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