NYCers have earned a day to just feel hopeful and happy. Nobody's in denial about political reality, and tomorrow will be here soon enough, but an inauguration is a celebration and an articulation of a vision, and it's okay to let yourself give in to the joy of aspiration.

I'm at the combination

“Why did I write it down? In order to remember, of course, but exactly what was it I wanted to remember? How much of it actually happened? Did any of it? Why do I keep a notebook at all?” - Joan Didion

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Art has always been about an exchange between it and the viewer—or, in this case, the reader. So, in exchange for sharing some more stories, here’s my own story about my beginnings as a writer.

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Goodbye to the master.

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The Resident Artist is back with a roundup of what I (and the rest of the internet, it seems -- lookin' atchu, Frankenstein) watched this past October: open.substack.com/pub/theresid...

Where is Kornacki?

I suppose that "Truth is blinding" is a clever enough advertising tagline for the Oedipus production newly arriving on Broadway, but "A motherfucking great play" is, come on, sitting right there. Do I have to do everything?

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Currently rewatching My Golden Days for the first time in a decade. Let's see if I still feel the same way about it this time...

This year marks the 25th anniversary of what many a cinephile has argued as one of (if not the) best movie of the 21st century, Wong kar-Wai’s ‘In the Mood for Love’, which recently saw a re-release in selected theaters this summer.