Chris Black

With consensus reality fraying at the seams, the spectacle of hot Bravo stars betraying each other might be the only shared cultural reference point we have left, writes GQ columnist Chris Black.

GQ columnist Chris Black sheds a nostalgic tear for Dashboard Confessional’s emo landmark The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most, released a quarter-century ago this month.

As junior JFKs Jr. vie for look-alike supremacy on the streets of New York, GQ columnist Chris Black wonders why anybody would compete to be a Temu Chalamet, a Jeremy Allen Off-white, or a Fauxl Me...

GQ columnist Chris Black explains why the greatest gift you can give in the airport lounge is no conversation.

They may know how to push you to a PR—but pass the aux to a trainer, and more often than not, your ears are in peril. GQ columnist Chris Black wonders if there’s a better way.

The airport is fifteen 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 ge...

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.

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.