After seeing what felt like thousands of artworks in hundreds of booths at the fairs, the feeling of walking around Basel's old town in search of the nine individual art projects of Jens Hoffmann's Art Parcours was a welcome hiatus from fair fatigue. ...
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Last weekend during the Berlin Biennale I found myself wedged up against a rock star. (Rock star? That's a far cry from what Michael Stipe means. His lyrics gave solace to a whole generation of purblind pubescents in the late 80s.) He said hello, shyly, and I asked him, bluntly, about an album cover clutched under his arm. ...
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It was a profoundly disorienting encounter: in a room of Picasso paintings at the Fondation Beyeler, I suddenly came across a tall, muscled, black man in a pair of silver hot pants dancing silently and joyfully to music on his headphones. ...
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