There is always an impression of fragility with glass. Perhaps because it is the materialization of a breath and we know how much a breath can break. A frozen breath
It is sometimes oddly difficult to write about something that you have loved, that keeps inhabiting you, making you thrill and reflect. Three times now I have tried to write
*May 16, 2016, Kim Kardashian’s speech receiving an award at the 20th Annual Webby Awards. « 2020, je mets le Pape et Nabilla sur l’même tableau Pas d’photo
Alors que la Monnaie de Paris ferme bientôt et définitivement les portes de son espace d’exposition dédié à l’art contemporain, cet article inédit, mais écrit il y a déjà longtemps,
Naomi Lulendo est beaucoup de choses. Sur le papier, elle est parisienne, diplômée de l’École des beaux-arts depuis peu. Dans son sang, sa tête et sa peau, elle est française,
I met Inês Zenha last June at her exhibition Between folded, enfolding and yet to be unfolded in the former Red House, now called the 10 Bastille. Fascinated by her
Marilou Poncin attacks fantasies: sexual of some, subject to the prejudices of many others. From cam girls to love dolls and bimbo, she explores these semi-factice female figures, shaped by
Si la peinture d’Enzo Certa était une musique, elle serait un mélange des plus pointu combinant opéra italien classique et rythme endiablé de la Compagnie créole. Elle s’écouterait alors très
My eyes had no prior propensity to dwell on Camille Juthier’s work. Actually, the fluorescent colours have always stripped me of my shades. They yell too loudly. With their bottlenecks
My skin shreds the pocket of my jeans, my fingers slip into its breast and collect a cold body that I guess plural. Its rough walls caress my skin, which
