When I was seventeen, I worked as a counsellor at a co-ed sleep-away camp for eight weeks. I loved it but it could be harrowing - it was far too much responsibility for someone my age. less than 1 minute read
My nominee for Best Picture of the year - maybe the best picture ever, because it’s essentially made up of and is an ecstatic love letter to all other movies - is Christian Marclay’s endlessly enticing must-see masterpiece ‘The Clock.’ less than 1 minute read
Those who love him love that he sells the most art they take it as a point of faith that this proves Kinkade is the best. But his fans don’t only rely on this supply-and-demand justification. They go back to values. less than 1 minute read
I stood up as best I could to their disgusting stupidity and brutality, but I did not, of course, manage to beat them at their own game. It was a fight to the bitter end, one in which I was not defending ideals or beliefs but simply my own self. less than 1 minute read
The last time money left the art world, intrepid types maxed out their credit cards and opened galleries, and a few of them have become the best in the world. less than 1 minute read
All of Koons’s best art - the encased vacuum cleaners, the stainless-steel Rabbit (the late-twentieth century’s signature work of Simulationist sculpture), the amazing gleaming Balloon Dog, and the cast-iron re-creation of a Civil War mortar exhibited last month at the Armory - has simultaneously flaunted extreme realism, idealism, and fantasy. less than 1 minute read
I have reached a place in my life where I need to sit down and say, ‘Well, what do I do? What’s best for me?’ I need to look into options for the future. less than 1 minute read
The best form of flattery is to be admired, imitated or respected. I’ve always felt proud our fans look up to us or feel we are inspirational. less than 1 minute read
Being fired was the best luck of my life. It made me stop and reflect. It was the birth of my life as a writer. less than 1 minute read
