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Feb 11, 2019
Alice Bolin Potpourri

Collage is a process of ingestion, in which media creates and presents and recycles images and we respond to these intoxicating images by hoarding and repurposing them. Magazines are called “digests” after all.

Jan 28, 2019
Brad Phillips Nina Simone For Three Minutes, 1976

What I mean is that the narrative of the life of Nina Simone, up until 1976, had created a perfect moment in time and space for her to vanish. Walk off the stage while she sat at the piano. Dissociate.

Jan 14, 2019
Emily LaBarge What Wasn't There

Could a person loom at once so large and so small? Whole lives, immense feats and works pass in a matter of pages. Vast archival sources are whittled down to a sentence or two.

Jan 2, 2019
John Vincler The Mourners: An American Mood

The Mourners. I don’t know exactly when I first discovered these 15th-century sculptures made to decorate the tomblike memorials of the Dukes of Burgundy. Carved in pale alabaster, nearly devoid of color, these diminutive monk-like figures fascinated me.

Nov 19, 2018
Kevin Killian Triangles in the Sand

Instead of Studio he took me way over to the west side, the gayest part of the Village, to the Paradise Garage. If he wasn’t gay how did he even venture onto that block? It was the late ’70s, when the art of cruising had finally been perfected...

Nov 5, 2018
Andrea Long Chu No One Wants It

As a lightweight behind-the-scenes look at a critically acclaimed television series, Jill Soloway’s new memoir She Wants It: Desire, Power, and Toppling the Patriarchy is just south of worth purchasing at the airport.

Oct 22, 2018
Bob Nickas Stephen Varble: Now More Than Ever

Did Stephen Varble ever ask anyone’s permission to do anything? Doubtful. He came from a generation that understood you can never risk the chance of being excluded, shut down, told no—because you had been.

Oct 8, 2018
Fiona Duncan Brave Noo World

I’d been home for two days and Noo was still missing. On my second morning back, my roommate Kyle came out of his room saying: “It smells like something died...”