Great expectations! No, not Dickens, but Juliette Binoche in London to star in a Strindberg. What a strange event!
Chuck Klosterman, who has made a career out of writing about pop culture in a somewhat cynical but usually ridiculously hilariously fashion, put out a book last year called The Visible Man. I read it, and sat down to write this, then found out about his conversation cards: HYPERtheticals: 50 Questions for Insane Conversations.
There was never much intellectual cachet in being an admirer of Max Bygraves. True, he was at one time, at £500,000 a year, Britain's highest-paid performer. But critics were at best patronisingly receptive and the intelligentsia tended to grope for the off switch whenever he was on radio or TV.
We're fans of the work of American photographer, Josh Kohanek. That we get a snapshot into the picture behind the picture is even better.
Its twisted steel structure has provoked endless conjecture about its purpose.
We can see the wheels turning in your head. You've heard of it, but you just can't quite put your finger on what it is...
By Jade Siciliano
Sunday at Reading has a smell you wouldn't want to bottle.
Totally forgettable ?
Plácido Domingo, one of the world’s greatest opera stars, has expressed sadness at an explicit rape scene staged at his beloved Royal Opera House last week.
The singer wants to buy their property, but even a personal audience with her did not sway the sisters
The invasion of British and Irish leading men in Hollywood has now gone beyond a joke for many in the American entertainment industry.