Where Am I Eating? Here’s a Clue.

The Rockets' Red Glare, Bombs Bursting in Air, and the World's Longest String-of Firecrackers. Taking Cover at the 18th Annual Pyrotechnic Convention 

“For almost 20 years, Sylvester has been an icon of San Francisco nightlife: outrageous, bold, proud. Today, he is a symbol of a totally different San Fran­cisco — a gay man struggling to stay alive”

“For the first five years that I was writing for The New Yorker,” says a longtime contributor, “the closest I ever got to a person of color was a young white fact-checker with dreads.”

“Given that black folks make art and mar­ket it within white supremacist capitalist patriarchy, none of us can ignore the reality that any black person who wants to create a product with mass crossover appeal must do some serious soul-searching”

“The new paternalists really think, it seems, that their utterances of the oldest racial cliches are, somehow, a demonstration of their liberation from the hanky-panky of liberalism and God knows what else”

The design virtuoso, who died last week at age 91, brought the Voice's editorial look up to speed