#51

Articles

Will the People’s Beach be privatized?

At the New Museum, OMA serves up reheated retrospection.

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

Crossing freely in Michael Sorkin’s New York

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

The Beautiful Game comes for Willets Point.

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

An improbable marriage of fine art and international investigative journalism

Reviews

In the rarefied, privileged enclaves of elegant urban life, downtown supermarkets like the one I remember from my hometown did not shut down but thrived and often became enduring cultural references.

  • Wages for Housework: The Feminist Fight Against Unpaid Labor by Emily Callaci. Seal Press, 288 pp., $30.

Some saw the wage as the goal. Others saw it as a tool—sometimes even a bludgeon—to break down received ideas about work and love.

Not content with the damage they’ve wrought, the people who destroyed Gaza are already considering what to erect in its place.

  • Struggles in the Concrete: Architecture and the Marxist Tradition by Mark Crinson and Luisa Lorenza Corna (eds.). Birkhaüser, 240 pp., $40.

Socialism in one building?

  • Antifascist Architecture by Andrew Santa Lucia and Daniel Jonas Roche, with original drawings by Lane Rick. Parks Books, 256 pp., $40.

Too often in Antifascist Architecture, the architecture isn’t antifascist and the antifascism isn’t architecture.

  • Crumbling Land, a project by Noah Gotlib, was on view at Citygroup from June 4 to August 1.

Insurers are retreating from risk-exposed regions, while authorities are failing to keep pace with the crises unfolding around them. Into this breach, Gotlib hopes, come citizens working in concert to navigate devastating changes.

  • Sick Houses: Haunted Homes and the Architecture of Dread by Leila Taylor. Repeater, 240 pp., $17.

So much of what makes an otherwise innocuous home scary is dependent on where we look, how we move, and how long we linger—work the movie camera performs.

  • Stories and Set Designs for The Sopranos ran from February 14 to May 31 at the Museum of the Moving Image.

Return to that precarious, aspirational year, 1997. Feel the disorientation the HBO execs must have felt watching that opening scene, which takes place in the least legible (for a mob show) of all the series’ spaces, Dr. Melfi’s office.