R.C. Baker

As early as the 1980s, Vilém Flusser was warning us about the “existential revolution” represented by the onslaught of digital technologies. 

Drugs and politics have long been odd bedfellows, none more than teetotaler Donald Trump unleashing ibogaine to help vets suffering from PTSD.

Autocrats crave massive ceremonial structures to cement their legacies.

For the third time in 10 months, NYC turned out to protest a native son gone bad — very bad.

A fresh exhibition features the first art director of the Village Voice, who overcame debilitating disease to create vibrant, New York School-ed realism. 

The Grolier Club looks at the ways printing technology exploded in the 1800s, mirroring our own era of information overload.

The latest iteration of the every-other-year visual hoedown is dour, but leavened with some serious wit.

With the only remaining Monkee, Micky Dolenz, back on the road in 2026, it's worth remembering that “Head” is a terrific movie. Too bad it messed too much with the audiences’ — and the band’s — heads.

Fifty years ago this week, the Voice reviewed the “White Album” and “Beggars Banquet,” two records that caused a raft of trouble.

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