The Magazine
The Anniversary Issue
February 16 & 23, 2026
Goings On
Goings On
The Dance Reflections Festival Is a Gift
Also: the primordial silhouettes of Simone Fattal, the indie-folk soundscapes of Florist, Rachel McAdams in “Send Help,” and more.
The Food Scene
The Eighty-Six Wants You to Want In
A new restaurant from the team behind Corner Store offers exclusivity, and great steak to boot.
The Talk of the Town
David D. Kirkpatrick on Trump’s corruption; Fab 5 Freddy’s many hats; a superhero artist; burritos with the influential; a boxer’s moves.
Comment
Is There a Remedy for Presidential Profiteering?
Until now, Trump always seemed unembarrassed to crow about his side hustles. But, if the Emirati payment was kept secret, what else might be?
Haberdasher Dept.
Fab 5 Freddy, Still Fly
The Brooklyn-born artist has worn many hats: MTV host, graffiti artist, hip-hop maven. At a Harlem hat emporium, he talks about his newest gig: writing a memoir.
Adaptation
The Amazing Art Ventures of “Kavalier & Clay”
Jamian Juliano-Villani’s paintings hang in the Whitney and the Guggenheim. Her latest venue? An antifascist-superhero exhibit at the Metropolitan Opera.
Dept. of Bonding
How the Influential Make Influential Friends
The behavioral scientist Jon Levy hosts dinners for the élite. The catch? No one can say what they do for a living.
Knockout Dept.
Téofimo López’s Swing Dancing
A young boxer follows in the footsteps of Muhammad Ali—busting a move to bust a jaw.
Reporting & Essays
Medical Dispatch
Can Ozempic Cure Addiction?
GLP-1 drugs, which have helped some people curb drug and alcohol use, may unlock a pathway to moderation.
Onward and Upward with the Arts
A Landscape Artist in Winter
In rural Scotland, Andy Goldsworthy, the sculptor famed for his use of natural materials, contemplates his own decay.
A Reporter at Large
The Babies Kept in a Mysterious Los Angeles Mansion
A wealthy couple obtained dozens of children through surrogates. Did they want a family, or something else?
Annals of Inquiry
What Is Claude? Anthropic Doesn’t Know, Either
Researchers at the company are trying to understand their A.I. system’s mind—examining its neurons, running it through psychology experiments, and putting it on the therapy couch.
Shouts & Murmurs
Shouts & Murmurs
I Will Be Your Next President
You’re going to love my ability to nod and smile while people awkwardly thank me. White bread, straight ahead. That’ll be my slogan.
Fiction
Fiction
“Predictions and Presentiments”
How do I reinvent it, the story, our lives? It was going to be only her and me from now on.
The Critics
A Critic at Large
Listening to Joe Rogan
How a gift for shooting the shit turned into an online empire—and a political force.
Books
The Race to Give Every Child a Toy
For most of history, parents couldn’t buy their kids dolls, action figures, or the like. Then playtime became big business.
Books
In an Age of Science, Tennyson Grappled with an Unsettling New World
His poetry reckoned with the immensities of reality, time, and grief, confronting a world upended by new truths about the earth and the heavens.
Books
Briefly Noted
“Leaving Guantanamo,” “The Wall Dancers,” “Eating Ashes,” and “The Infamous Gilberts.”
On and Off the Menu
Why We Can’t Stop Reading—and Writing—Food Diaries
Spending a day in someone’s kitchen can tell us about their relationship to time, money, pleasure, and place.
The Art World
Pierre Huyghe’s A.I. Art Monster Takes Over a Night Club in Berlin
In “Liminals,” a terrifying, overwhelming new installation, the artist erases the boundary between humans and the void.
On Television
“Industry” Is a Study in Wasted Youths
In the new season of the hit HBO series, its young protagonists have left the trading floor that made them. Their second acts are revealing.
The Current Cinema
“My Father’s Shadow” Is Intensely—Yet Obliquely—Autobiographical
Akinola Davies, Jr.,’s début feature, scripted by his older brother, Wale, follows two brothers and their father during Nigeria’s historic 1993 election.
Poems
Cartoons
Puzzles & Games
The Mail
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