At the Met, the beautiful—and unabashedly elitist—furniture of Émile-Jacques Ruhlmann, Art Deco’s greatest designer.

Picasso and Matisse, evenly matched juggernauts of twentieth-century art, face off in Queens—and the answer to the question “Who wins?” may surprise you.

A show that has legs—lots of them—looks at what the changing nature of men’s clothing can reveal about the guys who wear it.

At the Japan Society’s “Little Boy,” Hiroshima leads directly to Hello Kitty.

An artist whose witty Conceptual gems from the Vietnam era to the present transcend the merely absurd to reveal deeper truths.

Authorities closed down a show at JFK’s grand, shuttered TWA terminal after the opening got out of hand. Too bad: The building alone is worth a visit.

With its new space in a retrofitted 75-year-old factory in Beacon, New York, Dia takes sixties-style minimalism beyond Manhattan.

Examining the old iconography of Communism and the consumerist images that are replacing it, artists from an evolving China find some common ground.

Here Is New York
Tom Friedman

The Guggenheim’s Aztec show revels in brutal theatricality; the Met’s China exhibit goes for the Buddhist steeliness of inner peace.