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A reprieve from the city's chaos.

How golden is silence, actually? The secret history of shutting up.

Antonio Banderas on meeting Stephen Sondheim, staging "Godspell" for the Pope, and the thrill, in the new Anthony Bourdain bio-pic, of playing someone "good."

The 2013 Daft Punk track was uncannily evocative of the late nineteen-seventies, when I was young and dancing was my creed.

Like humans, the technology will never be perfect. The question is what imperfections we're willing to tolerate.

A new exhibition at the International Center of Photography presents the designer precisely as he wanted to be seen.

Since the earthshaking success of Taylor Swift's Eras Tour, artists from the Weeknd to Ariana Grande have tried to imbue their live shows with a sense of history.

Both as a young busker and as a famous singer-songwriter, Hansard understood how to make people stop and listen and feel one single thing.

Jane Schoenbrun's latest film, which follows a celebrated young filmmaker tapped to reboot an old horror franchise, is a cinematic manifesto that examines how art can inspire both love and fear.

What to do this week, in New York City and beyond.