It only takes a gander down one allee of the Frieze Art Fair to realize just how important and prescient was Roberto Burle Marx, the Brazilian landscape architect and subject of a new Jewish Museum retrospective, how very contemporary in his cross-media grazing (landscape, architecture, jewelry design, sculpture, painting, drawing, tapestry, collage), how elegant and unique his view of the world.
Vengeance may best be served cold for some people, but in Strauss's Elektra it is a rite of unbridled passion and Nina Stemme conveys all...
We are smack in the middle of a fantastic festival season - and this year's Governor's Ball is no exception.
One of the most celebrated authors of his time, Oscar Wilde spent two years in jail for "gross indecency." When given the option to flee London or go into exile in Paris, he preferred waiting for the police while dining on lobster at the discreet Cadogan Hotel.
There are large numbers of female actors, dancers, musicians, arts managers, producers and creatives on the whole. But, in big decision making roles, prize winning works, names hitting the largest stages and recognition, more often than not the winners are men.
Instead of asking whether or not the photograph is worth $1M, it's better to post a question about the value of a photo as a work of art. I still think that there is a distinction between materialism and idealism, and there is some space, where the two can overlap.
The cinema industry is perhaps where France's capacity to defend its cultural exception and welcome the future is most evident.
As the moon waxes toward the Sagittarius Full Moon at 1 degree Sagittarius/Gemini at 5:14pm EST on Saturday May 21, we'll sense an acceleration that can rouse our enthusiasm, sense of adventure and warrior spirit.
When Encores! clicks, it renders the imperfect to perfection. Do I Hear A Waltz? is a famously imperfect Broadway musical that very few ever got to see. (It ran for roughly six months, after opening in March 1965, and rarely gets revived.)
One night in 1908, at the age of 64, Henri Rousseau, the toll booth operator turned self-taught painter, found himself at the epicenter of the Parisian avant-garde, or at the center of an elaborate joke, or perhaps a little of both.