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Apr 23, 2018
Ben Eastham Athens

It was January, and I was in Athens to write a book about art. I was at a taverna because I was, on that day, failing to write a book about art.

Apr 9, 2018
Matthew Jeffrey Abrams Meeting Gabriel

Peter Mayne, it turned out, had spent much of the past twenty years living off the grid. But for the next two hours he sat with me and my recorder, and he told me things about his old friend Agnes that no one had ever heard before.

Mar 26, 2018
Jacob Dreyer Garden of Extinct Flowers

Isn’t our art world a good place to start inventing a language of universal humanity, one which will be durable enough to survive what’s coming?

Mar 12, 2018
Kate Zambreno Stills/Faces

When working on the book about my mother I often stared at an image of Marlene Dumas’s painting of the recently dead Marilyn Monroe, painted from a photograph from her autopsy. Autopsy comes from the Greek: to see with one’s own eyes.

Feb 26, 2018
Siobhan Leddy Thresholds of Visibility

Particles, if small and plentiful enough, take on the appearance of a whole. This is true for drizzle, which from afar resembles continuous sheets of fog. It’s true for your own body, made up of cells and atoms.

Feb 12, 2018
Amalia Ulman Pyongyang Elegance: Notes on Communism

Time stopped. The flight from Beijing is one hour long. That’s what the itinerary and the ticket said. And that’s what mattered because as much as my iPhone told me three hours had passed, time in North Korea is not ruled by Greenwich.

Jan 29, 2018
Noah Dillon Art in the Age of Misanthropic Reproduction

There will be more imposters, whether confidence men or redundancies. It is inevitable that some of them will be machines, either by accident or by design. Machines will soon think and some of them will make things that could be art.

Jan 1, 2018
Alissa Bennett August Ames

Porn suicides stir the heart’s obsessive embers. It’s not that the details of these deaths are any more lurid, but the depressingly familiar narrative that runs through many sad endings in pornography speaks to me acutely.

Dec 18, 2017
Kyle Chayka A Japanese Philosopher in Pre-War Paris

Emerging onto the street out of the swirl of another dance club, Kuki is struck by a precipitous displacement. He is homesick for his homesickness, the feeling of an expat suddenly unsure of where he belongs.