Chris Black

They still generate ratings and sometimes even headlines, but after this week's hit-or-miss salute to Kevin Hart, GQ columnist Chris Black wonders if the enduring insult-comedy format has outlived ...

His punk-rock swagger and globetrotting adventures inspired a generation of dudes to wax poetic about “street food” while Instagramming their bánh mì. GQ columnist Chris Black wonders if a new comi...

The Stake-pitching 6 God’s first full-length since 2023 could put him back on top—but only if Drake can resist the temptation to reheat old beef, writes GQ columnist Chris Black.

The Pearl of Tay is the showstopper at Range Rover's ‘Traces' exhibit in Milan, writes GQ columnist Chris Black.

GQ columnist and fishing amateur Chris Black meets up with author and angler David Coggins and unlocks a phoneless flow state in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

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...