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This week, check out a radical Twilight Zone remix, experience a "House of Flying Boobs," listen to all of Moby-Dick read out loud, and more.
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This week, check out a radical Twilight Zone remix, experience a "House of Flying Boobs," listen to all of Moby-Dick read out loud, and more.
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We have a winner! The DEMOcratic People's Choice Award for this year’s Storefront for Art and Architecture Critical Halloween Costume Competition goes to "Demoiselles d'Avignon" by Francisco Rocha, Joana Bem-Haja, Joana Torres, and Sandra Shizuka.
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“The performance is about 70 minutes long,” said 72-year-old composer Yoshi Wada, introducing his iconic “Earth Horns with Electronic Drone” at Soho's Emily Harvey Foundation.
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In the late 19th century, many publishing companies produced stereoscopic photographs as a way to commercialize images of foreign lands as people began to travel more frequently and as tourism as an industry boomed.
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Hyperallergic’s horoscopes offer astrological advice for artists and art types, in art terms, every month.
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The South Bronx is quickly becoming a nexus of competing interests vying for control of a housing and arts frontier that could become the next Brooklyn.
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NEW ORLEANS — During a recent tour of the Michael Meads retrospective at the Ogden Museum of Southern Art, curator Bradley Sumrall jokingly credited the artist with single-handedly inventing the “hot redneck” genre with his photographs of young Southern men in various states of languid shirtlessness
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Making sense of an overarching theme like “figuration” would seem a daunting task.
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It's necessary for museums and historic sites to work toward greater diversity, even though trying to change thid field is “like trying to shift an aircraft carrier.”
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Having grown up in seven different cities, there is no place I have ever felt particularly at home.
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Pathetic, just pathetic, to expect Strangers to know your name I guess Such is the price of fame
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“Youth is wasted on the young” is one of those clever-sounding, achingly wistful quips that have been attributed to various wags of assorted times and places, including the Irish writers Oscar Wilde and George Bernard Shaw.