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Richard Renaldi's large-format portraits capture the New Yorker writers who hold the culture to account.

Ahead of next year's two-hundred-and-fiftieth anniversary of the Declaration of Independence, the White House has issued a directive to the Smithsonian.

Petty was reclusive, uncompromising, but she peered into a fading world with unmatched warmth and brilliance.

The studio is brilliant at selling small, provocative films. Now it wants to sell blockbusters, too.

In a Miami studio where the Eagles and Bob Marley recorded, a choir of pardoned Capitol rioters tries to "reclaim" the national anthem.

The mayoral candidate and social-media whiz hit the bleachers at the U.S. Open for a new kind of social-media gambit: the fan meetup.

The writer's new novel, "Will There Ever Be Another You," is a singular account of losing her mind, body, and art to COVID--and of trying to get them back.

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

Reporters engage in charm and betrayal; checkers are in the harm-reduction business.