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There comes a loud, thudding crash.
If there’s a correct path through American Museum of Natural History, it’s totally elusive.
As if the concept of “justice” alone weren’t complicated enough, adding spatial to it moves things into labyrinthine territory.
In Unsupervised, everything comes to you from the giant LED screen and aiming straight for your eyeballs. Call it blunt force psychedelia.
They are trying to be ugly and, more gravely still, to be viral.
The clean white walls, gold text, and ambient jazz combined with the occasional flash of a red sprinkler pipe to facilitate an elegant perusing experience.
It was a strange, tentacular artifact, but a welcome respite from all the noise, visual and otherwise.
They grasp at their future until a tragedy snaps the present into place.
War, religion, and eternity at Calatrava’s new World Trade Center church.
The privileges Caro and Gottlieb enjoy go unexamined, and the sacrifices of everyone around them are mentioned only in passing.
Anish Kapoor’s decade-in-the-making squidge does not, as of yet, have a title. May I suggest “The Dud”?