By Maria Bregman, literary and music critic Recently, some very strange and sudden news has emerged from Boston. It has been announced that Andris Nelsons,…
By Maria Bregman, writer and literary critic Paris in December doesn’t care about your romantic ideas. The low-hanging sky hangs over the zinc roofs. The…
By Maria Bregman I spent most of my twenties) ignoring romance novels. Actually, scrap that. I didn’t just ignore them. I actively looked down on…
By Maria Bregman I was in Paris when they announced it. The Golden Lion for Father Mother Sister Brother. There was this collective, slightly confused…
By Maria Bregman I’ve been thinking about facial hair lately. Not in a hipster, coffee-shop-barista way, but in a “soul of the artist” way. It…
By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic January is usually the time when the art world hides. The champagne from Basel Miami has worn…
By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic It has been ten years. A full decade since the notification popped up on our phones –…
By Maria Bregman, writer, filmmaker, literary and art critic London in late November usually demands an umbrella and a stoic attitude, but this year the…
By Maria Bregman You know that feeling when you watch a film and can’t quite decide if it’s brilliant or if you’ve just been tricked?…
By Maria Bregman Pause for a second. Let that sink in. If you grew up in the late nineties, Christina wasn’t just a singer. She…