January and February reads in between Geneva and Italy
todays bird
Jules of Nature
One Nice Bug Per Day
$LAYYYTER
Cosimo Galluzzi
cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always
KIROKAZE
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Show & Tell
Three Goblin Art
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Not today Justin
Game of Thrones Daily
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January and February reads in between Geneva and Italy
The only people who get exactly what they want are the ones who ask for it. Be honest and audacious and demanding. Accept who you are, and be true to that person. There is no other way.
Ask Polly
Good morning. Long time no see.
Today I went to Basel to check the new building of the Kunstmuseum.
It is stunning. The concrete and different tones of grey and open spaces. They also couldn’t have picked a better inaugural exhibition, the sculptures of Carver, Smith and Picasso just sit right in the space.
In the process, Zaha became an unintended lightening rod unsettling preconceptions of power (and success) with respect to women till the day she passed, and which won't stop anytime soon.
Artnet
This week’s animated cover for our Summer Fiction issue,“Page-Turner,” by Malika Favre. Read more about it here.
Such a beautiful cover.
- last coffee before leaving Hong Kong
- lunch with the FT
- incredible pink toned sunrise in Zurich
- New Yorker and coffee in bed
Some pictures from Art Central.
Young-Wook Han was the show stealer. Also, I had never seen before oil on aluminum scratch.
We’ve lost a Lion today.
Dame Zaha Hadid, a rebel in a man’s man’s world, the first woman to win architecture’s highest prize, and the first woman to be awarded the RIBA Gold Medal, died today at the age of 65. Her bronchitis led to a heart attack.
Thank you for all the jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring, female gorgeousness you brought to architecture and design. Thank you for showing us the Future.
Goodnight, my queen.
Soooo, where to begin? I have been a bit absent from this platform this last two months. Not sure why, I have lots of drafts waiting to be published but it hasn't happened yet (if it ever will). I'm spending the week in HK and this is a bit of a last minute trip. I booked the flight a random Tuesday night of two months ago. I just thought I have never been in Asia and it would be nice to be here during the art fair madness. So here I am. No luck at all with the weather, but that's ok since my two main objects of the trip are eating and visiting art fairs.
The book’s subtitle—“Adventures in the Art of Being Alone”—is slightly misleading and much too cheery, but it signals toward what Laing is getting at. Even if being alone does not qualify as an art form, Hopper’s mysterious portraits of loneliness would never had existed if it weren’t for his complex feelings of isolation. We would be without Warhol’s masterpieces and Wojnarowicz’s meaningful documents of detachment if somehow their destinies had realigned, free of loneliness. Loneliness, Laing finds, must not end in itself. Let it instead be a prerequisite for something more.
Zack Hatfield, The Rumpus
“His life was in many ways a mirror of the 20th century:” The son of our longest-ever reader tells the amazing story of his father’s life.
Letter to the editor, February 13th 2016
Dear The Economist Tumblr-er, why are you not linking the letters to the editor? I liked this one a lot.
(proof that reading The Economist leads to a long life?)
Lucienne Bloch, Frida and Diego Kissing, 1933
Friday marked the centenary of the opening of Cabaret Voltaire and subsequently the birth of the Dada movement.
It was packed and not for those suffering of claustrophobia.
I did it, I moved. Everything happened very fast and I ended up in the part of town I never thought I’d live, kreis 1. It’s a tiny flat hidden in the old town right in the heart of Niederdorf. While I still find hard to believe I now live here, at the same time I cannot believe I have ever lived anywhere else.
You’re just a little girl with gray eyes. …and I’m just a little bit afraid of you.
David Bowie, What in the World (via kateoplis)