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After a thirteen-year absence, a great American director returns with an ambitious vision of a city--and a world--in need of renewal.

A feud between two of the biggest names in rap quickly escalated into a mutual smear campaign. How did a conflict based in craft become one that was about so much more?

Anne Hathaway, as Solène, is a vision of relatability, self-sufficiency, and poise, in a film that proves the rom-com isn't dead.

Two new books by art-world authors explore online shareability and come to different conclusions about what creators stand to gain.

Working with the author, who has died, at ninety-two, was both a thrill and a lesson in intentionality.

Rediscovered archival concerts--and one recent one--offer important revelations.

In Kholood Eid's photographs of Missouri, taken six months into the war in Gaza, the quiet act of documenting life is a kind of protest against erasure.

A project meant not to end.

We used to think the rich had a social function. What are they good for now?

A canine campaign can run to hundreds of thousands of dollars, not to mention all the brushing, trimming, blow-drying, and styling products. Did you think it was easy being top dog?