Breasts and F-me Pumps
I saw the car fast approaching as I looked back through the rear window. A car—an indistinct one—backed into my car. The young woman...
Don't you have a father? A brother? A son?
A Whole Other Ballgame. It is not that difficult. Empathy, that is. All you need is to feel for the person who is injured, hurt, or...
Take Me Out to the Met
It was a different time. I was a kid. In a city, in a good neighborhood, in a country where university students, or rather the whole...
Gilded Lilith
It’s a terrible habit. I can’t sleep reading in bed. But I do I fall asleep watching TV. I love watching re-reruns of Law & Order: SVU,...
The Naked Truth
Goya's La Maja desnuda (The Naked Maja), c. 1798-1805, and, La Maja vestida (The Clothed Maja), c. 1798-1805. (from Goya "To every story...
The Morning After Chill
I realize that the only Valentine’s Days I ever enjoyed are the ones I have had with my girlfriends. It’s not a day I like particularly,...
Leaving La Venezia
I was determined I was not going to write anything negative about the 57th Venice Biennale that took place this year. The reason is that...
With all smiles, and laughter: Who's The Idiot?
My thoughts on Elif Batuman's novel The Idiot One of the reasons why I bought—and brought with me this Summer to Barcelona to read—The...
Bromance in Art
On The Art of Rivalry, by Sebastian Smee I don’t remember how it is that Pulitzer prize winning art critic Sebastian Smee’s book The Art...
The "In-Betweenness" of Fashion and Art
On Rei Kawakubo/Comme des Garçons: Art of the In-Between at the Met’s Costume Institute Obviously I am a museum person. Not a fashion...