Articles

Algorithms are more our mirrors than our captors.

Designers, Silvio Lorusso stresses, have not properly plumbed the depths of their own uselessness.

On the dreams, schemes, and TV screens reshaping our homes

As long as this great commuter-train parade ground remains open to the skies, the streets ringing it allow us to envision a different future.

Upmarket is the extent of his desire.

2 beans out of 5.

Notes on the Gaza solidarity encampments

One cassette is one whole world.

A latter-day luncheonette that looks askance
at luncheon meat

On the front lines of the attention liberation movement

Increasingly détraqué geometries

While the man in the C-suite drinks himself into a stupor, elsewhere a woman is up to no good.

She was a Brooklyn It girl before Brooklyn had It girls.

We are the product of New York City’s housing crisis and the perpetrators of the Hudson Valley’s.

(For fundraisers, no doubt.)

Unidentifiable, unusable, and, alas, anerotic objects