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Time-travel to neon 1959

I wasn’t planning to obsess today, but here we are. Witold Giersz and Neonowa Fraszka (1959) - a mesmerizing animation where city...

I wasn’t planning to obsess today, but here we are. Christmas displays - my guiltiest guilty pleasure. Every time I stand in...

I wasn’t planning to obsess today, but here we are. Edward Gorey - legendary illustrator of doom, connoisseur of eerie...

I went for art, and it was great. Something modern, something old, Picasso, a pair of jeans. But what really...

I wasn’t planning to obsess today, but here we are. "Soir Bleu" - Hopper’s wild one-night stand with Parisian decadence, and...

A rainy pilgrimage to Basquiat in a deserted Brooklyn cemetery: beer in hand, rain in my shoes, and not a...

Some places are just buildings. Chelsea Hotel? It’s mythology. The stories, the legends, the punk-infused apocrypha - I devoured them all....

Some people collect stamps, some collect antique toasters - and it turns out that I collect museums. And MoMA? That...

Walking NYC streets, making a soundtrack for this accidental love affair. Paris, don’t be jealous. Music for now, confessions later...

A few days ago, I was writing about Basquiat - now I’ve seen his leg! Well, a leg. More precisely, a Polaroid...

"After the bath we watched television and went to sleep. When I woke up he had already left the loft....

Spending the day with the one and only Jean Cocteau? Casual. First time seeing so many of his works in...

I adore this kind of tiredness and artistic overload that La Biennale d'Arte in Venice can offer. It's always so...

Ciao from Italy! New summer playlist is on! Prosecco in my veins, Biennale art in my heart 🖤 And the...

Today, still in bed, I read and looked through a book about David Hockney's travels to China. I love seeing...

From „Brancusi? Nah, not my style” to sketching frenzy. His sculptures at Centre Pompidou had me hooked like a kid...