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Video: Tucker Max Responds to Raleigh Protestors
By Chase Olivieri | August 27, 2009
"Because my brain, not my camera, is my instrument, beauty isn't enough." Author of the above quote, Paul Kwilecki wanted his works to represent a higher meaning. The documentarian is one of dozens...
The Nasher's new tagalong exhibition Africa and Picasso presents a simulation of Pablo Picasso's African art collection-with a didactic aftertaste. The masks and figures on display are not in fact...
Our parents were there, daisies in their hair, sure we got the iPhone, but a genius playlist don't compare. Still deciphering? Yes, it was Woodstock, a landmark event hangover-hippies couldn't wait...
Do you play a lot of concerts at colleges? Last spring we did about 20 schools. A decent amount. It's got to be different than playing the smaller clubs, right? I mean, it's different, but we kind...
Between the blaring horns and drums, there's a quiet moment when most of Midtown Dickens and the orchestra of friends practicing along with them settle on the floor of their living room. Before...
The first sign of Quentin Tarantino in Inglourious Basterds-barring the subtitles-was a nervous giggle from the audience during an otherwise reverent Holocaust scene. After I heard it, I knew I was...
The pinnacle in men's fashion magazines, Gentleman's Quarterly, dubbed Duke the second "douchiest" college in America (let's just forget about that U.S. News slip) in its September issue. GQ named...
Pablo Picasso's work emerges from the kitschy depths of cultural recognition to take on a new highbrow sheen with the opening of Picasso and the Allure of Language at the Nasher Museum of Art. An...
What do "pirouette," "cracker factory," "drip" and phrases such as "oil up those sticky keys" have in common? Well, nothing, aside from being lyrics off of Arctic Monkeys' third album, Humbug....
Jay Lindsey currently releases solo albums under the stage name Jay Reatard, though former iterations of his work have been produced as the Reatards. The eyebrow-raising self-deprecation of this...
I am a screamer. After years of waking up to awkward and inquisitive glances from strangers down the hall, I could no longer tune out this truth. I guess it all started in the early nineties. It...