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Upon arrival, you are welcomed as a “fellow human” by the whole entourage, sporting matching plastic daisy chains and faux-dharmic printed pants (an homage, presumably, to the “East-meets-West” sensibility central to Wright’s oeuvre).

We like to shrink the miniaturist.

When Noguchi presented Play Mountain to the city, its headstrong parks commissioner laughed in his face.

My transvestigation into a slut-pop psyop had, at the edge of a Superfund site, reached its own dead end.

There should already be hundreds of scary movies set in backrooms.

Will the People’s Beach be privatized?

While elsewhere, the screeching exaltation of tech’s latest offering portends nothing less than a threat to artists everywhere, in Amsterdam, Van Herpen quietly finds a strange equilibrium.

Lebbeus Woods was an original thinker. You can’t say that about most people.

The Beautiful Game comes for Willets Point.

In Central Park’s Conservatory Garden, a supercilious formality reigns.

Crossing freely in Michael Sorkin’s New York

At the New Museum, OMA serves up reheated retrospection.

A positivist pool, a billion oysters, and the eternal sunshine of the short 2010s

Two new museums, and the elephant in the room

Home is where I want to be, but I guess I’m already there.

Take this job at shrub it!