V.L. Curator

Projection-mapped paintings, booming music, and a floor that vibrates beneath your sneakers: is this art, or a nightclub for people who own tote bags? I say keep the spectacle—but stop pretending it replaces looking.

The immersive Van Gogh show has turned one of art’s most complicated painters into a giant screensaver with excellent marketing. It’s time to rescue him from the laser projector.

Why are we suddenly obsessed with massive concrete boxes, and why does my apartment now look like a 1960s Soviet ministry building?

I bought a $34 tote bag with a Rothko painting on it last week and I'm still not over it.

Contemporary dance is finally allowed to be uncomfortable, challenging, and human—but audiences keep begging it to perform happiness instead of truth.

Your cousin's hip-hop showcase is not the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater, and we all need to stop lying about it.

Taylor Swift didn't invent friendship bracelets, but she did accidentally create a multi-billion-dollar anxiety economy where grown adults feel genuine panic about their beading game.

Museums are finally admitting what hoarders have known all along: sometimes more is exactly right, and empty walls are a betrayal of human joy.

This year's exhibition makes a radical argument: the clothes we actually wear tell better stories than centuries of art history. And it's absolutely right.

A major institution just started using ChatGPT to write wall text, and I'm here to tell you why that's a cultural crime happening in real time.

Those headsets you rent at the entrance? They're turning art appreciation into a theme park. We need to talk about why the best museums are finally ditching them.

Everyone's been roasting those 30-second TikTok dances, but they're actually doing something classical ballet companies have been struggling with for decades—making movement feel alive.