Last Wednesday all seemed lost. By Sunday, the mood was, "We'll be back."
Whatever it is, we're onboard.
These oft-attacked art havens, now ruined by Sandy, must be saved.
Stark and Recreation.
Brilliantly conceived and installed by Carmen Giménez, the Guggenheim's show zeroes in on Picasso’s use of black and white and gray.
At home with the ribald Girls star who wants to be known for her other art.
[Insert key-in-ignition joke here.]
You think high technology obliterates the touch of an artist’s hand? Guyton disagrees.
"You should message me if you don't take yourself too seriously"? How novel!
How much would you pay to see Walter White versus Bowser?
Anime goes ani-meow!
Sorry, no BDSM here.
All hail Omar!
And his Cathedral of Junk.
There’s a shallow, pandering fecklessness to this pseudo-extravaganza.
Leave this guy "home alone" with a paintbrush and canvas, and you'll like what you see!
We'd hate to see her literally rolling in the deep, specifically because we don't what that means, but it sounds dangerous.
It's for his new art project containing unsimulated gay sex.
Hey, desperate times call for desperate portraits.
Don't show your mom!
Because why shouldn't this exist?
Batman x Hades? Sounds about right.
The art critic vs. the film critic.
Shelley Duvall looks great!