You know something’s wrong when a work of art appeals solely on a prurient basis.
In Body Collage (1967), a performance captured on 16-millimeter film, the artist Carolee Schneeman smears a milky liquid over her naked body and proceeds to roll around in a pile of torn paper scattered on the floor of an industrial Read More
Some weeks ago, my top-floor neighbors taped a map onto the rooftop door of the Avenue B apartment building where I live. “Please do not intrude on our private space,” it warns us lower-floor dwellers, cheerfully illustrating the territorial claims in pink and blue. The map’s bizarre and arbitrary borders seemed drawn by 19th-century diplomats, Read More
KARA: This weekend I’m going to Massachusetts for my bridal shower. If my life is now a wrinkled Wal-Mart flier, soon it will be a glossy Pottery Barn catalogue. And so I prepare to say…
Your days are numbered, threadbare bed in a bag. I’m tired of your rash-inducing cotton and mysterious stains. He-e-l-l-o-o-o Read More
For all the time we spent sniffing around his Westchester estate, Gotham North, Mike didn’t invite us to his daughter’s wedding there yesterday.
So like the Times this morning, we were forced to make do with the website, with its eminently guessable password.
Here‘s the bridal party — extra points for picking Read More
When the link to Tori Spelling’s wedding registry at Tiffany-diamond-cut centerpiece bowl: $595; Sterling silver menorah: $2,800-was posted on Gawker a few months ago, I realized that everyone else was doing something I’d been furtively practicing for years. I love reading other people’s registries, whether I know them or not. It wouldn’t be such an Read More
My girlfriend, Anaïs, is an actress. Recently, I had a
chance to see her on the big screen for the first time, in the French-made
short film No, Not Now , which
premiered at the Avignon–New York film festival here in New York.
Now don’t get the wrong idea. The Avignon–New York film
festival Read More
