"When I moved to New York, in the summer of ’77, I was trying to think of a new way to take pictures and tell a story."

Philippe de Montebello’s triumph of strategic snobbery.

The Met embraces Rembrandt and his Dutch peers as only it can.

The Met’s new Greek and Roman galleries are perfect for scholars and Byronic dreamers alike.

Venice and Barcelona could accept impurity and flux better than most places—and were all the richer for it.

The Brooklyn Museum’s new feminist-art center shows us that sisterhood can be both powerful and clichéd.

Jeff Wall is the most exciting kind of contemporary artist—one who engages the past, and lives up to it.

The real, albeit unwitting, meaning behind Brit’s acting-out.

Contemporary art is reflexively cynical. But a cynic is nothing without a utopian ideal.

Twenty years after his death, Andy Warhol refuses to fade away. His darkness is his legacy.