“Kagami,” the new “mixed reality” concert of Ryuichi Sakamoto’s music by the production company Tin Drum is meant to be a profound experience, a groundbreaking achievement in virtual reality that expands the visual limits of recorded performance. In practice, it feels like a wake in a laser tag arena. In some ways that’s unavoidable; Sakamoto,…
For decades, one fashion accessory was more synonymous with Britain’s most famous music festival, Glastonbury, than any other: Hunter Wellington boots. Paparazzi photographs of the likes of Kate Moss, Cara Delevingne and Alexa Chung wearing their Hunters in the early aughts propelled what were once functional footwear favorites of country life into cool style statements…
Good morning. One of the great joys of being a reporter for the Food section of The New York Times is the chance to go into restaurant kitchens to learn how a chef prepares a dish you love, and then figure out how to make that same dish at home. Eric Kim had that opportunity…
Maggie Bullock, who wrote a book about J. Crew, reported that when the Fast Company issue was released, a high-ranking executive at the company (not Mr. Drexler, who denied knowledge of these events) sent “a team of employees out to scoop up every issue they could find,” in order to lessen the impact of the…
SELF-MADE: Creating Our Identities from da Vinci to the Kardashians, by Tara Isabella Burton The Kardashians have sold so much to America — shapewear, cosmetics, beverage upon beverage — why not throw ideas onto the pile? That highly contoured family pulls up like a caboose at the end of Tara Isabella Burton’s “Self-Made,” a fast-moving…
Name an L.G.B.T.Q. landmark. Perhaps it’s the Stonewall Inn on Christopher Street in Manhattan. Maybe it’s Castro Camera, Harvey Milk’s shop in San Francisco, or even the Coral Sea Islands, where activists started their own micronation to advocate the legalization of gay marriage in Australia. All three places appear on Queering the Map, a digital…
The credenza in the back of the Mercedes-Benz Sprinter van groaned as Lars Balderskilde drove through the woodlands near Vejle, a city on a fjord about two and a half hours from Copenhagen. It was late January, and after passing a lake filled with swans, Mr. Balderskilde stopped at a house where he picked up…