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The Republican candidate for New York City mayor has been aggressively ramping up his campaign, even if it's to the benefit of Zohran Mamdani.

"I wasn't fooled by these walls of my body / but loved them touched."

Home-cooking culture has leaned into the loose and unfussy. Stewart's 1982 classic, newly reissued, makes the case for hosting as an endurance sport.

The jewel heist at the Louvre reminded Brooklynites of the time, in 1952, when two bejewelled crowns were swiped from a beloved local church--the one with a Mob boss on the ceiling.

His new film, "Sentimental Value," is another intimate character study set in the Norwegian capital. His approach to directing is as empathic as his films.

I know why I'm here today, Mr. Secretary. An inquiry? Right. It's a setup, but I got this place surrounded with nurses, and every last one knows how to apply a tongue depressor.

ChatGPT does not have an inner life. Yet it seems to know what it's talking about.

Both composers remain intriguing outliers, notable for the stubbornness with which they have held to their youthful convictions.

In 1974, the photographer described his day to a journalist: a shoot with Allen Ginsberg, a chat with Susan Sontag. The delayed result: "Peter Hujar's Day," a film by Ira Sachs.

When Nat transitioned, I learned that when someone you love changes, you change, too.