Royal Ascot has just wrapped for the year, and you know what that means—it’s time for our annual celebration of attending hats beautiful and bonkers, sublime and silly.
There was a point at which Prince Harry wanted out of the royal family entirely, but chose to stick around doing charity work instead.
This is Julius. Say hello to Julius.
Here’s a good one for fans of centuries-old gossip about dead people: A museum in Rome is hosting an exhibit that questions the scandalous centuries-old notion that a 15th century Vatican painting used a Borgia pope’s mistress as a model for the Madonna. Take that, you scurrilous rumor-mongers of the late 1400s!
A growing group of legislators is backing the creation of a new Smithsonian women’s history museum.
An NBCUniversal exec has suggested that a Downton Abbey movie is still in the cards and they’ll hopefully have things rolling along by next year. This seems to be news to the cast, though, so don’t clear your calendar just yet.
The home where Harry Houdini lived when he died in 1926 is currently for sale. It could become yours, assuming you can make $4.5 million appear out of thin air. Abracadabra!
You stand at the counter of your local muffin spot. It’s the sort of day where it’s only 9 a.m. and your neck is already sweating. Though an admitted caffeine fiend, of course you don’t want hot coffee; you want iced. Or do you? No, you do not. You want iced tea, the only drink suitable for these circumstances.
Last week, Amazon casually sidled into practically every wealthy neighborhood in America with its acquisition of Whole Foods. But the company also continues to embed itself ever deeper into your home! Apparently they’ve just launched a pilot program called “Amazon Wardrobe,” which would let you try clothing before you…
Archeologists have discovered a 2,600-year-old note from a soldier named Hananyahu in what’s now Israel, written on a piece of pottery, requesting more wine. Hananyahu—I get it, bud.
A new museum exhibit traces the development of salsa and the broader context that produced the musical style, specifically the immigrant culture of New York City. It looks fascinating and informative and also like it will have you extremely motivated to step up your dance skills this summer.
Butter supplies are so strained in France that, unfortunately, the nation may be facing—quelle horreur!—sharp inflation in the price of croissants and other delicious buttery pastries.
Many have observed that Attorney General Jeff Sessions is reminiscent of a Keebler elf and, truly, it is uncanny. That said, every time I look at him, I’m also reminded of a variety of other haunted objects, including:
When did popular culture start classifying certain clothes as “vintage” and therefore possessed of a certain cachet? Apparently it goes back to a 1950s fad for raccoon coats left over from the 1920s.
This year brings the 50th anniversary of 1967 and the “Summer of Love,” when young people from across America descended en masse upon San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury neighborhood to participate in what was generally agreed to be a cultural event (though the specifics were a little fuzzy). Hey, remember when the Bay…
It’s been the subject of much hand-wringing since the advent of AOL chatrooms: What are America’s precious preteens—especially the girls—doing online, right this very minute? Apparently, at this moment, the somewhat unexpected answer is making, buying, and selling homemade “slime.”
Vivienne Westwood, the last true punk, is very excited about Jeremy Corbyn’s leading the Labour Party if not to landslide victory, then at least to the successful ruination of Prime Minister Theresa May’s hopes of consolidating her power before embarking on her Brexiteering political agenda.
At long last, the trailer for TNT’s Will has arrived. The show follows the “punk rock” 20s of the great playwright and stars an entire thrift store’s worth of vintage leather jackets. It looks bonkers and ridiculous and I can’t wait to binge-watch it at some point while home with the flu.
Last night, Bette Midler won a Tony for Best Leading Actress in a Musical for her role in the revival of Hello, Dolly! And when the orchestra tried to play her off as she was rattling off her acknowledgements, she told them to “shut that crap off!” And they did!