Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Helen Garner lives in Melbourne, next door to her daughter, her son-in-law, three grandchildren, some chickens, and a blue-heeler-and-kelpie mix named Smokey. On the day we planned to meet, her living…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story A few years ago, advertisements for a software service named Monday.com seemed to be suddenly everywhere online. This ubiquity didn’t come cheap. An S.E.C. filing revealed that the product’s developers had…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story A pale, shirtless boy in his late teens is sitting in a dim, bare room. His phone is propped up on a desk in front of him, beneath a rigged-up ring-light…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story It’s appropriate that the new film by Errol Morris, perhaps the most theoretically minded of documentarians, should provide a keen reminder that most problems of substance are also problems of form.…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story A few years ago, advertisements for a software service named Monday.com seemed to be suddenly everywhere online. This ubiquity didn’t come cheap. An S.E.C. filing revealed that the product’s developers had…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Some people take a softer approach to Halloween: their celebrations begin and end with carving pumpkins and stringing up skeleton decorations, or consist of sipping mugs of apple cider and wandering…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Rachel SymeStaff writer You’re reading the Goings On newsletter, a guide to what we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week. Sign up to receive it in your in-box. It is…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this storyYou’re reading the Food Scene newsletter, Helen Rosner’s guide to what, where, and how to eat. Sign up to receive it in your in-box. The Spanish-born chef José Andrés has, in recent…
Save this storySave this storySave this storySave this story Even before Jay DeFeo’s death, at the age of sixty, in 1989, her reputation as an artist rested almost entirely on a single work, a massive painting called “The Rose.” Built…