Imagine a person like this: “one of a handful of people who can truly be said to have changed the way we think and write about art, fashion, culture, and celebrity.”
Hamlet thought he could do it. The prince believed he could exert control over the narrative of his life’s major events and the part he played in their grim culmination.
A new, savvy strategy for marketing the modern and contemporary art scene has appeared.
On August 4, Jessica Lussenhop (@Lussenpop) posted an image culled from Google Earth of the memorial for Michael Brown, the teenager shot to death by the former police officer Darren Wilson in Ferguson, Missouri last year.
Recently the artist Nona Faustine kicked up some ruckus with her White Shoes photography series, which consists of images of the artist posing nude at former sites of slave trading in New York City.
Last week, Sinead O’Connor recently declared that music has died. What do we mean when we say that something, as opposed to someone has died?
Cady Noland has reportedly stirred up a kerfuffle around the sale of her work to a major collector.
The Boston Museum of Fine Arts recently cancelled an event they had called “Kimono Wednesdays,” that, according to the museum, sought to engage people by arranging enhanced encounters with works of art.
Given the Studio Museum’s unique position in the city’s arts and culture landscape, this rebuild, the first since the museum took up residence in its current space in 1982, seems to indeed be a cause to celebrate.
The current exhibition at the New York Public Library’s Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture is titled, i found god in myself: The 40th Anniversary of Ntozake Shange’s for colored girls. Though on its face this weighty title sounds empowering, ultimately it belies the exhibition and the original play that engendered and shapes it.