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He realizes that she has known, maybe for a while, that at some point this would come up--this question, and then, right behind it, the obvious answer.

The act of destruction is precisely the point: a kind of performance piece meant to display Trump's arbitrary power over the Presidency, including its physical seat.

Also: idiosyncratic bookstores, a retrospective for Vaginal Davis, the new Springsteen movie, and more.

In Yorgos Lanthimos's film, ripe with eco-paranoia, the actress and Jesse Plemons come to physical and psychological blows.

As the Trump Administration tries to rescue symbols of the Lost Cause, an exhibition in Los Angeles, led by Kara Walker, finds meaning in their desecration.

In the city's turbulent market, Jason Saft doesn't just beautify properties. He reveals the new life they could bring you.

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

Shohei Ohtani isn't the only ballplayer with a side gig. Mantle's old girlfriend Greer Johnson recalls the money-making hustles of Yogi Berra, Babe Ruth, and the gang.

"Caleb, I fear that my saying, 'You broke your iPad,' was really blame-forward phrasing and might cause you feelings of shame or guilt."

Daniel Kinahan, an Irish drug dealer, commands a billion-dollar empire from the U.A.E. Why isn't he in prison?