After Robert Opel dashed naked across the stage in 1974, he ran for President and settled into the gay leather scene, in the orbit of Robert Mapplethorpe and Harvey Milk.
The case-a-week series, on Peacock, directed by Rian Johnson, is a warm homage to traditional mysteries. “Paul T. Goldman,” on the same platform, is more experimental—and more disturbing.
The state’s intent seems to be to provide white Floridians, from a young age, with a version of history that they can be comfortable with, regardless of whether it’s true.
The restaurateur Ruthie Rogers attends a party for her new book, which matches dishes (a loaf of focaccia) with a photographic echo (a tote bag flattened by tires).
Preschoolers at an anti-racist school in East Atlanta speak out against a police-training center to be built in the woods nearby, then play with blocks.
“It first happened the winter after she turned sixteen. The language that had pricked and confined her like clothing made from a thousand needles abruptly disappeared.”
In Greenwich Village, the proprietors of Dame offer exciting vegetables and seafood that balance out the heaviness of bloody steaks, Scotch eggs, and savory pies.
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