Jesus Christ, personal friend of surfing
They come from all over to France's Lacanau Pro '99. The board riders' brains seem blasted away by the overpowering waters and they exhibit the weird, gentle majesty of giraffes or monks.
God is dead. So is art... Show us your tits!
Museums are supposed to be the last outposts of cultural experience, inspiring us to be less idiotic. Instead, they're sucking down to our lowest impulses.
Margaret Cho: Celebrity as a disease
She rocketed to fame, then crashed and burned. Now, in her new one-woman show, the former star of "All American Girl" talks about the dark trajectory of Hollywood Ruin.
Walk a mile in my hypocritical sack of shit
Hard at work on my anti-celebrity culture book, I was summoned, urgently, to be in a Sandra Bullock movie.
The emperor's new guitars
Photographer David La Chapelle offers a prophecy of scurvy spiritual illness that's as shiny as a fishbowl full of novelty dildos, while the bidding on Clapton relics resembles an auction for remnants of the True Cross.
Looking for life in all the wrong places
Thanks to snorefests like the Umbilical Brothers' "Thwack," comedy is deader than Lester Bangs -- and someone is not amused.
Only models matter
Your guide to the role of women in fine art and the world.
We love you Ricky, oh yes we do
Move over, Mick: Ricky Martin is a modern Prometheus for the collective penis of pop.
Sex! How to write a magazine article about a magazine party
The only revelation at the POV soiree was the libido-engulfing Joan Jett.
Survival of the cutest
Hot young magician David Blaine gets all the love while the best tricksters get hardly any.
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