“All art is propaganda,” wrote George Orwell, “but not all propaganda is art.” Upon this subtle distinction rests the success or failure of whatever art we see at the Venice Biennale. The Most Serene Republic’s exercise in art-world Olympics is propaganda by design. A garden of national pavilions – small buildings in various styles as
Fueled by a mysterious marketing campaign, the gym now has more than 100 outposts
I began to find the uncanny experience transporting
In the awfulness of LaGuardia Airport, one terminal stands out as a reminder of better days
The artist created his own synthetic Spanish vision
The deli is New York’s longest running show
Holbein’s heroes have arrived in New York City
After 130 years, Carnegie Hall decided it could use a virtual stage
In our anemic age, cast-iron pans are just what we need to re-enrich the American bloodstream
I can’t think of many other art shows that have been more heavily discussed than seen
Amid the turbulence of modernism, British artists made art for themselves
Without vision, training or talent, Hunter Biden deigns to glue his crippling jewels onto the back of our society
The governor’s aesthetic abuse of New York
As the milk and sugar of summer, seersucker is best enjoyed full gulp
The family gun club
Bad politics often make good art. That’s especially true when the art is tasked with making sense of political senselessness
For Cousteau, scientific investigation, combined with the potential for good image-making, presented an unavoidable hazard to sea life
At one time there were 900 bathhouses in Rome alone
Eighty years ago, Bugs Bunny first launched himself on an unsuspecting Elmer J. Fudd
How the porgy became my preferred piscine
