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…
By Maria Bregman, writer and art critic https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Bregman. Her critical work and essays are featured in major global publications such as Elle, Esquire, Cosmopolitan, and…
By Maria Bregman, writer and art critic I was sitting in a screening room in Soho on Monday – one of those plush, underground ones…
By Maria Bregman I was sitting in a café in Soho when the notification pinged. You know the kind. It’s usually something mundane – a…
By Maria Bregman, writer and art critic I found myself in a hotel lobby the other day. You know the type. The art’otel. It’s sleek,…
By Maria Bregman I was reading about Michael Dell this morning. You know, the computer guy. The man whose beige boxes sat on every office…
By Maria Bregman, writer and art critic I was looking at the auction results from Versailles this weekend, and I had to wipe my glasses.…
By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic Mads Mikkelsen is sixty. I had to read that twice when the press release landed on my…