Jake Nevins

“So many artists disintegrate during the week of their show,” says a gallerist in Ella Baxter’s new novel Woo Woo. It’s an observation that Baxter—a fine artist and the author of New Animal —tells me she came upon while dating artists in her twenties, before realizing she was one herself.

This past summer, America found its new sweetheart, though she’s a bit more spice than sugar. In June, you surely know by now, a video of Haliey Welch dispensing sex advice broke the internet: “You gotta give it that hawk tuah,” she exclaimed

After being honored at the Luminary Gala thrown by Blackstar Projects, the artist recapped her big night in Philadelphia with us and writer J Wortham.

Late in my conversation with the painter Lucy Bull, the artist casually mentioned that notorious shitposter Tom Tuna was on the guest list for The Garden of Forking Paths

We had an Interview holiday party at Temple bar. The team absolutely killed this year and I was feeling festive and grateful so we had a little “You’re the best here’s some drinks let’s play some Christmas music I thank you” celebration. I did lots of after work hanging out at Temple bar in the late ’90s so it was nice to be back there, dark wood and popcorn still intact 25 years later. Anyway, our party was the whole Interview

As a young boy growing up between Singapore and Manchester, New Hampshire, Ronny Chieng first learned English by watching the stand-up comedy intervals on Seinfeld. So when Jerry Seinfeld himself logged onto Zoom last month to interview the comedian before the release of his third Netflix special, Love to Hate It,

At The Museum of Arts and Design last Saturday night, Cate Blanchett gathered cinephiles and industry stalwarts for a private screening of Ingmar Bergman’s Persona, the groundbreaking, uber-stylish and perennially referenced 1966 psychological thriller starring Liv Ullmann and Bibi Andersson. If most of us first encountered the film on the mood board of an eager film student on our first day of college, Ullmann tries not to think too hard about the movie’s overwhelming legacy. “

Almost 40 years ago, the artist Andres Serrano became that unlikely thing—a visual artist who’s also a household name—in a manner he didn’t necessarily intend. When his 1987 photograph Piss Christ

Photographs included in the July 1961 letter, Brainard to Sue Schempf, courtesy of E.G. Schempf.

Over the years, the Italian theater and opera director Fabio Cherstich has made many trips to the United States, semi-frequent fact-finding missions, often to New York City, during which he’s amassed a wealth of information and artwork by many of the visionary artists whose lives were cut short due to AIDS. His efforts reached a kind of culmination last week—or the first of many culminations—when, over three consecutive nights at the experimental theater landmark,