‘The last time I felt maenadically enthusiastic was during this year’s Pride, marching down the streets of Milan under a scorching sun’
‘Enthusiasm leaks out from the possibility of how these things might all be together’
‘The Psychology of an Art Writer provides a beautiful account of Lee’s looking and feeling and thinking and writing about art’
‘This performance, exquisite as always, is at once emotional and precise’
‘I held (and hold) his ideas and ethics like a compass’
‘Your songs are always full of colour and samples, beats and melodies, dizzying rhythms and more melodies still’
‘A convenient metaphor for emptiness and desolation, the desert is the paradigmatic nowhere’
‘It reminds me of my formative years and a time of many firsts’
‘Hong allows revelations to emerge from the most unassuming descriptions of facts’
‘It offers up a lifetime’s worth of thinking about the incommensurate relationship between filmic time and time as it is lived and experienced’
‘With Brexit hanging like a lead weight above the city’s new forest of glass towers, the memory of the Horse Hospital’s stone floor feels grounding’
‘He created rhythmic patterns that sounded, in your mind or on his voice, both adamantine and feline at once’
‘Despite the efforts of Trump and his ilk to deny it, the truth is out there’
‘Too cool for life too cool for death’
‘I took his reviews in the Independent to be the baseline; what all art criticism looked like’
‘Perhaps the shroud I am looking for is embracing lost souls and helping them to return’
‘Majerus was driven by mass – calm and heavy like a smooth car – six cylinder bicycle – with no flat tyre’
A series of specially commissioned photographs for frieze’s 200th issue
‘The poet moves their hips like someone on a tram about to vomit’
A visual homage to the Netflix documentary
