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Everyone is recognizable, either because you know who they are or because you’ve seen these portraits before.

No doubt it’s a finer fate than the place becoming an Apple Store.

BYO: concrete pad, plumbing, electricity, interior finishes, permits, land, labor, tears.

The air in which the manifold facsimiles and translations were suspended was stale.

Ancient Egypt, so strange yet familiar, is a projection screen for every age.

Ours is a world where everything but us gets to go up in flames.

Ten years of the Architecture Lobby have brought noise, melody, and everything in between.

“Succession” was a terrific show about the daddy issues of the “stealth luxury” set—but a just-OK show about the intersection of media and politics.

The exhibition evokes medieval reliquaries—elevating the urban castoff to the realm of the sacred.

Since I first signed up for e-flux about six years ago, the publishing platform has graced my inbox to the tune of about ten emails a day.

New York’s foremost memoirist-crank blames the “normals”—influencers, neo-yuppies, consumers with bland taste—for the city’s decline.

The Star Wars–esque modular bathrooms have been kissed by a gentle coat of rust, from their corrugated metal facades to their tinny hand dryers.

Observations on New York’s sky-high columbaria of burnt money

In which a nascent futurist, seasoned operator, and master craftsman attends to his legends

The new R211 subway cars represent a high-tech distraction from the system’s deeper woes.

An RPA-themed exhibition performed the usual lip service to social equity without addressing the inequality baked into prevailing models of development.