I dropped my things and immediately cracked the first hundred pages. It was classic Knausgaard: endless descriptions of diapers changed, emails checked, and cigarettes smoked.
Reviews
Stay Awake and See Moonlight
Alex R. Hibbert, Ashton Sanders and Trevante Rhodes play the protagonist at three different stages of his life. It’s 1:43 a.m., and I can’t sleep. I just saw Moonlight and so should you. […]
Land Of Songs
“May God help you, young girl, to wash the linen sheet.” The village of Puvovocia, Lithuania is in the region called the Land Of Songs. Its voice, both solemn and playful, reaches from the […]
I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp, A Review
I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp by Richards Meyers (2013, Harper Collins) Richard Hell would tell you he invented New York Punk Rock. And he does tell us this along with many […]
12th Street Gallery: Maximilian Mueller
12th Street is proud to feature Maximilian Mueller among our artists in Issue 7 of our print journal, which launches on April 30th at Barnes & Noble in Union Square. Please visit https://www.12thstreetonline.com/events/ for details! […]
12th Street Gallery: Kaitlyn Wylde
Artist Statement: I’ve always wanted to be a painter. I’m so easily overwhelmed and moved by the things I see and feel, I dream about how they might cathartically manifest on a canvas. Alas, I […]
A Review of Giorgio Griffa: Fragments 1968-2012
Fragments 1968-2012 at the Casey Kaplan gallery is prominent Italian artist, Giorgio Griffa’s, first New York solo show since 1970. The exhibition, an exploration of the quiet act of painting, presents a selection of […]
The Village Spacemaker
The geography of a place is grounded, however fleetingly by physical structures, and waiting for a kinetic kick-start by the people in it to open it up into becoming a space.
Reading Egypt: from Tahrir Square to Zuccotti Park
If the news is anything to be believed: Egypt is a nation in a state of more or less constant political and social strife; Egyptians are nearly all Islamists, coercing the few and far between […]
Book Review: Blue Nights by Joan Didion
Midway through Joan Didion’s memoir Blue Nights, she recognizes tone as though it were a found object held in her hand— a photograph of her daughter Quintana Roo, who died in 2009. It’s not stoicism that keeps her from staring at it but more of a kind of nimbleness (or agility?) of mind, flipping through a book of sketches of when Quintana was three years old, of when she got married—the stephanotis woven into her braid—and ultimately, when she passed away.