When white kids with no personal experience of black America play up their own skin color much as they’ve embraced black music and humor, and then distance themselves with a dose of irony, a lively cultural moment must be unfolding.

Eccentric and deliberately naïve, Hans-Peter Feldmann turns snapshots into sharpshooting.

Most heavy-metal concerts don’t start at 9 A.M. on Sunday, but Chloe Piene managed to draw a crowd of 250 to hear the Brooklyn band Candiria.

At eight hours, Andy Warhol’s 1964 film Empire is something that one watches, as its creator said, “to see time go by.”

When artist Lisa Yuskavage was preparing a book of small paintings of sexualized young women, she invited a close friend, Slums of Beverly Hills director Tamara Jenkins, to write an introduction.

Those Delta Upsilons playing Quarters have nothing on the Electors of Saxony.

Double Show At The Project And Gagosian November 5 Through December 18

Some people say there’s no such thing as unappetizing chocolate, but contemporary artists beg to differ.

This fall, British tongues are wagging about Kevin Spacey’s theater exploits, the cool new vibe of Hackney, and a giant phallic symbol on the skyline.

Painter Benjamin Edwards transforms soul-crushing sprawl into a landscape of seduction.