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Neo Rauch has made old-school Socialist Realism accessible, and even palatable, to Western curators and collectors.

There’s a guy on the street who paints copies of my �Nurse� paintings. I think it’s funny. I actually bought one; I thought it was pretty close.

Clamber down the basement steps of the Bohen Foundation, on West 13th Street, and you’ll be descending into End Station, a site-specific project by a pair of artists known as Elmgreen & Dragset.

Robert Gober's first New York gallery show in eleven years is a heavily mannered, personal, and at times puzzling attempt to process a global event.

The ten most likely to succeed from the �Greater New York�show.

Reading a great writer, without sense or sensibility.

Tim Hawkinson’s survey at the Whitney is full of buzzing contraptions, assembled with the kind of creative electrical engineering familiar to residents of college dorms and unrenovated brownstones.

In the late seventies and early eighties, Peter Hujar roamed the no-man’s-lands of downtown New York after-hours and turned his camera on fellow nightcrawlers.

Bernie Kerik’s brilliant career path, Martha Stewart’s big book deal, art hipsters in �Democracy Plaza,� O.J.: The Musical, and more.

Young collectors turned up their noses at Impressionists�and opened their wallets for modernists.