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MONTRÉAL — In the 24/7 news cycle of BuzzFeed, the Huffington Post, and every other “content producer” on the internet, there is a fine line between news and entertainment.
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MONTRÉAL — In the 24/7 news cycle of BuzzFeed, the Huffington Post, and every other “content producer” on the internet, there is a fine line between news and entertainment.
Art
Try to reconcile these numbers: one billion people go to bed hungry every night, yet Americans and Europeans throw away half of all food they purchase uneaten.
Art
Brooklyn's newest project space won't be drawing intrepid art lovers to far-off industrial areas like Red Hook, Bushwick, or Sunset Park, but to quaint little Vinegar Hill.
Comics
It was unsettling and kinda strange.
Opinion
This week, considering why museums publish online, destroying an Islamic museum, a new peacock spider, Mac's original icons, male shaming, and more.
Opinion
This week, Hyperallergic’s Laura C. Mallonee reported that the Friedenstein Foundation in Gotha, Germany, is seeking the upper half of the 16th-century painting “Bowl With the Head of John the Baptist” by Lucas Cranach, which was sawn in two by an art dealer in 1936.
Poetry
The title of Fred Moten’s latest collection, The Little Edges, pinpoints the border country where his poetry unfolds.
Art
I wonder if the reason Rosalyn Drexler isn’t better known is because she is so good at so many different things. We recognize such mastery in men, but rarely in women.
Art
As long as I can remember, I’ve organized and been involved in artist groups and collectives.
Art
The first time I saw Judith Scott’s work was in Rosemarie Trockel’s retrospective, A Cosmos, at the New Museum.
Art
There are nine lumps of plaster and Hydrocal — covered in yellowing shellac and polished wax — on display at CANADA on the Lower East Side, their domed tops roughly the size and shape of a human skull (hence the title of the exhibition, Crania).
Interview
Re-photographing (or re-purposing) the news media began for me as a healing ritual, a kind of laying-on-of-hands, to purge my despair over news events around the world.