By Sara Bright Pablo Picasso is not a painter; he is a weather system. An elemental force that swept through the 20th century, tearing up…
By Sara Bright There is an old, rather grim alchemy at the heart of pop music. It is the art of turning the lead of…
By Sara Bright Some paintings are pictures. Others are documents. A select, rare few are crime scenes. Jan van Eyck’s Arnolfini Portrait of 1434 is…
By Sara Bright She stands in the Louvre, a silent storm of Parian marble, drawing pilgrims by the million. They come to gaze upon what…
When Netflix announced that Lena Dunham was creating a new romantic comedy series set in London, the cultural press braced itself for a seismic transatlantic…
By Sara Bright The West End has always been an ecosystem of calculated sentiment. For every flash of genuine, lightning-in-a-bottle genius, there are a dozen…
By Sara Bright Jean Marais was a face. Not just any face, but one of the great, heroic faces of 20th-century French cinema – impossibly…
By Sara Bright Our world is built on a lie. A quiet, pervasive, and often dangerous lie. The lie is that the default human is…
When Filippo Tommaso Marinetti’s “Founding and Manifesto of Futurism” blazed across the front page of Le Figaro in 1909, its glorification of speed, machinery, and…
By Sara Bright Forget the tidy itineraries. Forget the city break checklists. To arrive in Istanbul is not to visit a city, but to plunge…