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…
In the traditional museum, the object is a captive of its label. The small rectangular placard – often printed in austere, sans-serif typography – has…
By Katerina Karp “What is the most effective punishment for a crime?” It is a question that has echoed through millennia, from the Athenian agora…
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 Sara Bright At the Cristea Roberts Gallery during the Georg Baselitz exhibition. The show was called Geschichte and ran from late January to the…
By Maria Bregman It was raining on Sunday, which is basically the only tradition the British Academy manages to uphold with any real consistency. The…
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 Tessa Nolan There are songs that lodge themselves in the cultural spine. You hum them without knowing where you heard them. Greensleeves is one…
By Sara Bright Ben Platt is coming to London. It’s happening in July. But he isn’t doing the Palladium. He isn’t taking over the Adelphi…