The first name to be exhibited in a major way at the Fondation Louis Vuitton in Paris is Danish artist Olafur Eliasson. Following are the demands and visions of this star of sensation-filled art on the occasion of a visit to his Berlin workshop. His name sounds...
It was a 73,000-cubic-meter (2,578-cubic-foot) blood-red belly—the original matrix—and you could enter it. Those who were in Paris in spring 2011 haven’t forgotten the crimson resin membrane that occupied the entire nave of the Grand Palais for during Monumenta. The...
In the vulgar trend that seeks to undermine art’s credibility and make a media scandal of any public installation on French soil, the last of the trend’s all-too-frequent episodes is called Anish Kapoor. This week, I couldn’t meet one person and talk about the suite...
The shock of art in London right now is to be found in an exhibition devoted to the lest well-known aspect of Pop art. When visiting museums around the world, you soon become aware of the fact that at the end of the 1960s, from around the globe and under all kinds of...
Take Me I’m Yours: A come-hither slogan, for sure, but the superficial character of that declaration shouldn’t stop you. It’s the title of a little-known type of exhibition, which seems playful but is in fact much more than that. “Take Me I’m Yours” is the exhibition...
In the new vocabulary of web aficionados is a term that sums up the desire for what you missed or are going to miss. “FOMO,” an acronym for “Fear Of Missing Out,” represents all the things your social network is offering, in which you could have participated but are...
The landscape is pure Cézanne. In any case, Sainte-Victoire isn’t too far away. The light is golden, as it always is this time of year in Provence. The estate is pungent with the scent of pines growing all over the property, surrounding 130 hectares (321 acres) of...
Venice feels a little like the Cannes Film Festival. You come across charming creatures tottering on gigantic heels, entirely leather-clad and suffering on the Giardini’s endless stony paths. Obviously, the opening of the Venice Biennale is the only place on earth...