Kanye West

Kanye West’s wife and muse has become known for going out in very—very—little clothing. What does her nudity reveal, and what does it hide?

Bad news travels fast.

“I didn’t think it was very smart to be wearing white to dinner with me,” the former President said. “When I eat, a lot of ketchup goes flying.”

The comedian reflects on ayahuasca, the ethics of jokes, and Kanye West: “I’m glad Beethoven’s dead, so that I don’t have to wake up to Beethoven saying that QAnon had some good ideas.”

West’s abhorrent, anti-Semitic remarks are unacceptable, and starkly go against the values of our global shadow regime.

After a week of publicity stunts, the hip-hop icon, who now goes by Ye, has inflamed debates over the state of “cancel culture” and the future of the Republican Party.

A stream of offensive statements from Ye and the announcement that he will buy a fringe social network have reignited debates about free speech. But maybe that’s not the best place to start.

You’ll never guess who was spotted sporting Kanye’s brand.

Unpacking Kimye’s obsession, pre- and post-divorce, with Disney, “The Incredibles,” the nuclear family, and spandex.

Stephen Feigenbaum was a classical-music kid oblivious of pop; Lenox, as he’s known now, is a hip-hop producer with a new solo album, “WDYWTBWYGU.”

The new record is as leisurely as it is confrontational, performed from a position of casual, assumed superiority.

A new three-part docuseries on Netflix charts the rapper’s spectacular—and often painful—ascent.

What are we supposed to make of Kim Kardashian’s budding romance with Pete Davidson, and of Kanye West’s new relationship with Julia Fox?

Black praise music has always emphasized and reinforced a sense of community, but these songs, and this whole affair, are the work of a lonely layman pulpiteer.

The filmmaker left an art world he found too white; years later, he made a triumphant return with “Love Is the Message, the Message Is Death.”

Residents of Cody, Wyoming—where Kanye West has a ranch—compare notes on Michelle Tidball, the local mystic who works in a dentist’s office and says she can communicate with God.

Fontaine is already experiencing the comforts of success, achieving adulation at the back of the house when you desire the authority of the front leads to a complex bind.

Recent years and a new album have proved that West’s talent as a producer is the true bedrock of his legacy.

Churches can be a glossy business proposition—perhaps West is dipping his toe in these waters. It also seems possible that Sunday Service fills a deeply personal need.

The belief that the violence in Chicago is the product of a single political party is troublesome when expressed by reactionaries, but an outrageous one when expressed by a black Chicagoan who ought to know better.