Chris Black

The airport is 15 minutes from downtown. The restaurants are on point. And this week, unlike New York, it wasn’t buried in snow. Can you blame GQ columnist and civic booster Chris Black for getting a little bit excited?

While Bad Bunny threw a halftime party for everyone capable of feeling emotions other than outrage, TPUSA counterprogrammed with a jorts-clad Bob Ritchie phoning it in. This is how you lose a culture war, writes GQ columnist Chris Black.

His guitar-and-boxers “Yukon” performance was a reminder that—even on Music's Biggest Night—less is sometimes more, writes GQ columnist Chris Black.

Harry Styles has announced a 30-night residency at Madison Square Garden, and the tickets aren't cheap. Nor should they be, argues GQ columnist Chris Black.

The GQ columnist and longtime festival-experience skeptic checks into the Hard Rock for the fourth edition of Wilco's annual fest and winds up drowning his cynicism in the Riviera Maya.

GQ columnist Chris Black sees shades of the Taylor Sheridan universe in an addictive Netflix program set in a very wealthy zip code with almost zero taste.

“I thought I liked shopping, but this trip put it to the test,” writes the GQ columnist, who took his first trip to the global capital of elegant consumerism with no plan, and wound up nearly overwhelming himself.

GQ columnist Chris Black lived another 12 months and experienced another 12,000 things. Then, because the universe demanded it, he made a Top 10 list.

Fed up with beige-plate dry-turkey tradition, GQ columnist Chris Black and his wife pulled the rip cord this year, trading cranberry sauce and stuffing for spicy tuna and roulette in Las Vegas. Look, if the Pilgrims had ever tasted black cod with miso, they’d have done the same.

The lawyer and budding TV producer reveals the secrets of surviving reality-TV fame to GQ columnist (and day one Southern Charm fan) Chris Black.

The platform owns the newsletter space so completely its name is a synonym for the form, writes Chris Black, but it’s still just another algorithm.

Normal people have access to way too much data about the business side of the culture industry, writes GQ columnist Chris Black, and it’s ruining our ability to enjoy things.

After four acclaimed albums (and one marriage), Max Kakacek and Julien Ehrlich of Whitney are still living in the same Chicago apartment. They talk to GQ columnist Chris Black about how that’s going, and much more.

We reached Peak Private Club a long time ago—but after a few nights at the Nashville outpost of a venerable chain, GQ columnist and savvy traveller Chris Black is ready to return, even if it means sharing the sauna with a few finance bros.

What's next for the in-demand producer of Lorde's Virgin and Bon Iver's Sable, Fable? Hopefully a little more work-life balance, he tells GQ columnist Chris Black.

In his new monthly top-five list, GQ columnist Chris Black recommends a songwriter's druggy-yet-lucid autobiography, a Welsh outfit keeping guitar rock weird, the best mahi taco in St. Augustine, and more.

On Germany's northernmost island, a legendary longevity clinic offers a fabled fasting cure that promises to promote cellular regeneration. GQ columnist Chris Black goes where the elite meet to barely eat.

GQ columnist Chris Black talks to the Bravo and SiriusXM legend about the next Housewives franchise (“I think Rhode Island’s going to be a blockbuster”), Google Calendar people versus Outlook people, and whether he’s keeping the long hair.

Thanks to the ubiquity of Slack and email and the rise of the never-ending work week, the season is no longer the carefree respite it once was. Good, writes GQ columnist Chris Black.

Index’s iconic covers put the work of Wolfgang Tillmans, Juergen Teller, and Ryan McGinley on corporate newsstands nationwide. The secret? “We had no idea what we were doing,” artist turned publisher Peter Halley tells GQ columnist Chris Black.

Your English teacher and your gym teacher are getting married—and their timeline-obliterating announcement was a PR coup so smooth GQ columnist Chris Black has no choice but to hand it to them.

Stuck in America on a late-summer break, GQ columnist Chris Black and his wife discover Continental slowness without leaving this continent—in the exotic climes of Orange County and Santa Barbara.

GQ columnist Chris Black spills his guts at the red light about the “Sally” singer born Tucker Pillsbury, who might be the Last Dude Standing in a pop landscape as female-dominated as it’s ever been.

Brit-pop’s resurgent kings roared into London’s Cathedral of Football over the weekend. GQ columnist Chris Black writes about what it was like to be there then.