Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts's new exhibition shows Philadelphia’s master painter and innovative teacher as a visionary photographer ahead of his time. Gary Day reviews.
The Barnes Foundation's first-ever photography exhibition celebrates Paris life at the turn of the 20th century, as seen through lenses of some of this new art form's masters. Gary Day reviews.
Artist Fernando Orellana examines Thomas Eakins's ongoing relationship with the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts. That is, both in life and in the afterlife.
After 35 years at its helm, Sara Garonzik plans to step away from the Philadelphia Theater Company. Critic Gary Day recalls the impact she had on him and his career.
Lucifer is showing promise of something more sophisticated than a simple good vs. evil story set in a flashy fantasy environment. We are seeing a story unfold that questions the very nature of good and evil, and the proper place of both in today’s world.
Ziggy Stardust’s strange, androgynous appearance held a strong fascination for a teenager just beginning to realize how different he was in other ways. For me, as for most teenagers, music played a crucial role in building an identity, and David Bowie played an important part in my early search for self.
Les Ballets Jazz de Montréal presented an evening of mostly first-class work that used the memories of our distant origins to propel us into an unknown but fascinating future.
Instead of the usual December fare (A Christmas Carol, The Nutcracker), Philadelphia Theatre Company presents a Sherlock Holmes spoof this month. It will put you in the holiday spirit.
I understand the practicalities of the television business. I understand that if these stations don’t make up their budget shortfalls, the quality of their offerings is likely to suffer, or they might even close down altogether. My concern is the fundraising programming itself and how it is threatening to take over a large segment of our PBS stations’ schedules.
While the exhibit, covering a half century of gay rights progress, is impressive in its breadth, it’s lacking in depth, as if the archivists geared things primarily for an audience suffering from attention deficit disorder.