The Brooklyn Museum’s massive show of war photography is a wasted opportunity.
Treme is an understated and deeply melancholic patchwork of American stubbornness.
The teenpop of the teens has proved discomfiting, like the dead brought back to life.
Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf of Wall Street, Alain Guiraudie’s Stranger by the Lake, Asghar Farhadi’s The Past
In 1924, Lidia Ivanova, George Balanchine’s “lost muse,” disappeared on the eve of their company’s first European tour. Was her death an accident?
Do our financial wizards, like vampires, leave no reflection in the mirror of art?