If it had sugar and some sort of pastry crust, I was game. And Id eat an entire damn pie by myself. In one sitting. Id like to say this only happened while watching Jane Austen film adaptations and c...
Marc Jacobs supports one of Bostons greatest cultural institutions, the Boston Ballet, through a special contest that could result in you being $350 of Marc Jacobs richer. Which is basically like $12...
Call your boss, invent some elaborate excuse--cholera, for example--but whatever you have to do: TAKE TOMORROW OFF.
A clock for the geometrically minded, the artists, the unabashed aesthetes.
Milmans tone is pure silk, unraveling into some of the sweetest motifs Ive heard in contemporary jazz in ages...
Wyclef + Aksyon at the MFA this Saturday to support rebuilding a vibrant Haiti...
Heres to making recycling even greater than it already was. Hippy never sounded sooooooo good.
A Brussels advertising agency uses an incendiary realization of Kafkas metamorphoses to make a point: read more books.
Bibhu Mohapatra is coming to the W Hotel tomorrow Tuesday, November 15th... RSVP now or miss out!
A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.
Oscar de la Rentas new flower-shaped ring brings you the best of both worlds.
The thing itself and not the myth.
What was it you said about love?
Truth.
There is something grossly honest about this work, like the first time a child looks at you in earnest and asks why people have to die.
Subversion.
A Rorschach test for your wrist...
Wanderlust.
Ambiguity.
Holding on.
Always a double-edged sword.
Donatella Versace raids the archives for her new H&M collaboration...
If Im lonely it must be the loneliness of waking first, of breathing dawns first cold breath on the city, of being the one awake in a house wrapped in sleep.
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
Here Molesworth is attempting to examine how the body leaves traces after movement, exploring performance, performance art, and more traditional physical arts...
dance with your head down clutching a stiff cocktail...
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.
A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity. When for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think...
I call it as I see it: genius.
Silence of the mind is as powerful as thought.
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