SAG-AFTRA and the studios reached a tentative deal with AI protections and wage increases. But the real story is how often Hollywood now has to renegotiate the same ground—every three years.
Lily Allen's stripped-down Orpheum Theatre residency sold out by doing what pop tours can't afford anymore: treating intimacy as the product, not the compromise.
Meryl Streep praised Stanley Tucci's 'elegance to his heterosexuality' at his Walk of Fame ceremony—a compliment that reveals how limited Hollywood's language still is for straight men who aren't performing aggression.
If you’ve spent more than five minutes on social media lately, especially that AI cesspool we collectively refer to as Facebook, you’ve probably seen some garbage that looks like this. It’s a crystal-clear, iPhone shot of the moon hanging huge in the sky as it’s suddenly slammed into by a meteor tha
NASA's Artemis II mission gave the internet a rare feel-good event—because space exploration is one of the last cultural moments that doesn't require you to declare allegiance first.
A stolen truckload of F1 KitKats and a fish painting heist went viral because they're the last crimes we can actually picture—analog theft feels thrilling in an age of invisible data breaches.
At Windsor Castle, Carey Mulligan received her CBE in The Row's barrel-leg trousers—and made royal dress codes look like a suggestion, not a rule.
Travis Kelce's Tommy Hilfiger campaign marks the moment athletes replaced actors as fashion's safest celebrity investment—because reliability is the new luxury.
Gomez attended the opening night of Lovato's It's Not That Deep Tour, and both stars publicly reflected on their friendship. For the first time, they're controlling the narrative tabloids spent a decade exploiting.
Adrian Grenier's Uber Eats ad addresses Nate's absence from The Devil Wears Prada sequel—because sequels now have to answer to the internet's rewrite of the original.
The sportwear giant is dropping a sleek recreation of its ’70s waffle-soled Moon Shoes—the original torpedo kicks—in retro spring colors.
Pamela Anderson's first furniture collection arrives through Olive Ateliers, the cult interiors studio—and it's a partnership, not a licensing deal.
Björk's Echolalia festival sits in the path of totality during August's solar eclipse—and celestial timing just became the festival industry's smartest competitive edge.
Dazed Club's four-night Selfridges takeover includes life drawing and a magazine anniversary event—but the real story is how department stores are now competing with galleries for experiential credibility.
Gagosian is showing three major Francis Bacon paintings in Paris this spring—not London, not New York. The location choice signals where European collectors now set the auction floor for blue-chip postwar art.
Netflix's 20,000-square-foot Buenos Aires office and slate of Ricardo Darín, Pablo Larraín, and Alex de la Iglesia projects arrive at the moment Latin American production infrastructure can finally compete with Hollywood's scale.
