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Keith Haring's art is like a visual punch in the face. A true trailblazer during New York City's street culture movement in the 1980s, the inimitable graffiti virtuoso's playfully subversive imagery slapped society with a unique call-to-action that cleverly commanded open and direct discussions about sex, racism, war, power and violence. Following his untimely death in 1990 at the age of 31, the artist's signature silhouettes, iconic bold lines, and legendary phrases live on through thoughtful brand collaborations managed by the Keith Haring Foundation, as well as exclusive exhibitions at major museums across the globe.  

I love musicals. I (mostly) can’t get enough of them! I realize that they’re not everyone’s cup of tea, but, then again, I’m not particularly fond of sci-fi or fantasy films, so, to each their own! But I think it’s time to come down hard on the new wave of musical movies that have managed to shimmy their way onto the big screen in the last decade. Yes, Les Misérables, you have put the final nail in the coffin of this dying genre.

Patricia Field is not happy with Madonna. The legendary stylist and costume designer behind Sex and the City's covetable wardrobe furiously Tumbl'd about the $35 VOGUE hats that are part of the pop star's 2012 MDNA tour merchandise. Blogs the brand: "Our own Patricia Field stylist, Hiraku, designed the snap back and we sell it as a t-shirt, headband and a beanie as well [...] Madonna is a thief! Do you really need an extra few thousand dollars? Shame, shame for stealing from those that inspire you!" But is Madge really a thief?

Nothing has made me feel more ancient than the news this morning that some kids on the internet are mad at Azealia Banks and Rihanna. What did they do? Well, they both performed in front of green screen-projections of sea imagery (in the video for "Atlantis" and on SNL, respectively). Apparently, there's a whole world of people who are into that sort of thing. Naturally, they live in their underwater cave fantasy worlds, but mostly on Tumblr, where 90% of terrible things exist under the guise that it is "art" (or porn, I guess). 

Pussy Riot is a Russian punk collective with leftist, pro-democracy ideals. But that hasn't stopped the group from having some problems of the capitalist variety.

Sky Ferreira, who only just turned twenty a few months ago, in the name of all that is holy, has been enjoying a swift and powerful ascendance into that stratosphere of radio-friendly music known for its slick catchiness. In some respects, though, she already seems to have tired of the electro-pop mantle she’s poised to grab from Madonna, Britney, Gwen and even—dare I say it—Robyn.

You know what’s scary? When you hear that Vladimir Putin has “weighed in on the side of leniency” in your Moscow trial. Out of context, I’d take that to mean rest easy, your assassination shall be swift and nearly painless.

Bjork has joined Madonna in voicing her public support for Pussy Riot, a feminist punk band in Russia who have been jailed five months and are currently on trial for "hooliganism" for speaking out against President Vladimir Putin.

18 Again: it's not a sequel to the Zac Efron romantic comedy 17 Again. It's a vaginal tightening gel and lubricant available in India. In this commercial set in a family's home, a woman dances with her lover to a song that sounds likes Madonna's Like A Virgin while hinting at him that she is -- wink wink nudge nudge -- "18 again" down there.

This is exactly the reason why I don’t go to overpriced concerts: sometimes, they get cancelled because of “sore throats” (I’m looking squarely at you, Adele), sometimes the performers are just plain ol’ “sick,” and other times, they decide to cut the concert down to 45 minutes. What divas! On Thursday night, the Material Girl was bombarded with boos and demands for reimbursement after quitting the stage early at Paris concert hall l’Olympia.