By Maria Bregman, writer, litarary and art critic So, there are two auctions. In New York, at Christie’s, a monumental painting by the late Indian…
By Maria Bregman The numbers for the Helsinki Book Fair are in. 900 speakers. 17 stages over four days. You see figures like that, and…
By Maria Bregman Another blockbuster show is coming. Renoir. A big one, this time. Drawings. Over a hundred of them at the Morgan Library in…
By Maria Bregman I saw another one of those lists the other day. You’ve seen them. ‘Stars Who Grew Up in the Countryside’. It’s a…
By Maria Bregman Someone sent me a link the other day. A YouTube video. ‘Fountain Of Sighs’, it was called. From 1995. And the sound…
By Maria Bregman Art Basel has a new hire. A ‘Global Head of Collector and Institutional Relations’. It’s a very grand, very corporate-sounding title for…
By Maria Bregman So, the Nobel Prize for Literature goes to László Krasznahorkai. And the first question most people will ask is… who? Look, the…
By Maria Bregman, writer, film and literary critic By the time I reached the Royal Festival Hall, London had already come alive. The Southbank wore…
By Maria Bregman For decades, the currency of a film festival has been the rectangle. The shape of the screen, the dimensions of the poster,…
By Maria Bregman Every October, the machinery of the BFI London Film Festival whirs into life. There are the gala screenings, the red carpets, the…