I’ve grown weary of reading non-POC journalists cover everyday POC experiences like they’ve been given a passport to an alien planet. I’m talking about those an...
“The Spins” will catch you off guard. One of Mac Miller’s early remixes, the song is a high school party in musical form: rollicking, breathless fun. The infectious rhythms of a synthesizer jolt along at breakneck pace, and you can’t......
Good hair. I mean what is that exactly? And where did it come from? It’s complicated. The simplest way to explain the politics of good hair to those who are not African-American is through the field vs. the house concept. ...
Gathered on the carpet outside a movie theater are Kristin’s castmates, their bodies stretched out among set-pieces, suitcases full of costumes and props, their language peppered with equal parts exuberance and expletives. This is Kristin’s makeshift dressing room: she balances a lighted, three-paneled mirror on a plastic folding chair, her half-costumed body perched before it. Tonight, she is portraying a corset-and-fishnet-wearing mad scientist called Dr. Frank-N-Furter....
Inside a small brown drawer with a vintage brass fixture, resting atop an old leather address book is 93-year-old Sharon Goldman's unused iPhone, hidden from the world. But she keeps her robot in plain sight....
Asking what a city “is” can be futile, when trying to be accurate. Ask me what New York City is and immediately I’ll tell you: men in suits walk out of the subw...
It feels odd to spend Sunday morning browsing a spotless gallery.
To the unpleasant tune of a grand piano lid slamming shut, it’s especially --emphasis on sp...
Los Angeles artist Lezley Saar recently joined forces with Kamil Oshundara and Maurice Harris to commemorate the end of her avant-garde show, Salon des Refusés:...
In the backyard of a Hollywood bungalow sits a garage that’s been converted into a studio. Inside, a revised definition of queer art is tested by way of needle and thread. Beside the workstation sits a vintage triple-cassette boombox that plays mixtapes containing everything from Bat for Lashes to Enya to Animal Collective. Thoughtfully laid out along the opposite side of the raised rectangular table is a makeup wipe bearing the remnants of a drag queen’s face – pink, glitter lipstick and shimmering bronzer – next to a single, claw-like rhinestone-studded press-on nail. Both are love tokens once given to Los Angeles artist Aubrey Longley-Cook courtesy of two Atlanta drag queens, Brigitte Bidet and Biqtch Puddin’, both of whom have made this house their transient home over the past month....
