Why do America’s riots so precisely mirror each other, generation after generation after generation?
Arielle Holmes, the methadone starlet.
Who’s freaked out by a robot with an expanding brain? Jeopardy! champion Watson comes of age.
With the Supreme Court decision looming, the right is rethinking its scorched-Earth approach to attacking Obamacare.
Wily in the city.
In Prospect Park, 12 eyes are better than two.
Indie rocker and post-Occupy standard-bearer.
With Amal Clooney, we finally have the consummate feminist superhero. Let’s not ruin it.
And she’s leaving the baggage behind.
Everyone who’s played Him (or Her).
Blur is back, with an album so good even Noel Gallagher likes it.
What was great about the gore.
Mislaid, The Wall Creeper, and Nell Zink’s myth.
Television’s plot mania.
Tomorrowland is the most enchanting reactionary diatribe ever made.
Twenty-five things to see, hear, watch, and read.
The most talented — and stylish — women making music this summer.
Readers sounds off on Anna Wintour, real-estate preservation, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies. Mouse over or tap the image for related links.
Four squishy chairs; a sex shop with a Park Slope vibe.
The Cooper Union student in subtle protest garb.
A young designer whose Upper East Side apartment is anything but fusty.
In a quest for freshness, chefs have taken to milling their own flour.
Avant-garde caftans, brown-butter dosas, and exploring the city.
Two (fashionable but underwhelming) Tex Mex joints.
Dominique Ansel’s new tasting menu is all about firsts.
Oiji brings Korean honey-butter chips to the East Village.
The Food Sermon puts a hybridized, healthful spin on Caribbean cuisine.