When I became a bike rider back in the late 1970s, the very notion of New York Bike Style — now the title of a book by Sam Polcer (Prestel, 2014) — seemed like a contradiction in terms.
Norman Rockwell may be best known for his Saturday Evening Post cover illustrations and homey paintings of idealized Anytown, USA scenes, but in terms of sheer numbers he was primarily a photographer.
PARIS — I admit that I was nearly fed up with Paul McCarthy’s pretentious zombie provocation — and its sudden removal.
Collector and publisher Peter Brant — whose Brant Publications Inc. publishes Art in America, Interview, and Antiques — is joining the influx of museums to downtown Manhattan.
Zombies have never been my favorite supernatural creatures. I find them kind of depressing — the way their flesh hangs off their rotting bodies, their lack of agency and intelligence, how they’re usually killed in such graphically violent ways.
In one of his last great performances, Harry Houdini escaped after 90 minutes from a coffin submerged in the swimming pool of New York’s Shelton Hotel (today the New York Marriott East Side).
Nearly a thousand years old — the ‘first of its kind in Iraq’, according to Archnet, and one of the last six standing, according to Iraq Heritage — the distinctive muqarnas-domed mausoleum is now a statistic.
A politically charged video projection by the artist Isabelle Hayeur has been pulled from the Biennale de Montréal, after the owner of the building on whose exterior it was being shown complained.
This week in art news: A wax house is melting in London, Egyptian activist Sanaa Seif was sentenced to three years in prison, and da Vinci’s “Portrait of a Man in red chalk” (c.1512) is to go on public display in Turin.
As big data has infiltrated our everyday lives, Lev Manovich and his collaborators have explored the data of everyday life as a window on social transformation.
If you want to hear a terrifying ghost story this Halloween, look to Japan.
SAN FRANCISCO — Stepping into a dingy and suffocatingly small cell, you’re immersed in an intense soundscape of horns and the chanting of Tibetan monks. It’s overwhelming, and as the noise builds and bounces around the cold cement room, you wonder if this is akin to the feeling of being trapped inside the space for days on end.