As we snake along California’s infamous Pacific Coast Highway toward Los Angeles, the moon glints off the oscillating ocean, distant high-rises pockmarked with lights reveal the ever-working pulse of industry, a flock of pelicans traces the horizon in fluid flight, our car hugs… Read More—
Rinus Van de Velde is an archaeologist of the pictorial age. He digs through the archives of the visual: magazines, biographies, art catalogs, and the Internet. He tears out the images that appeal to him, and he pins them on the wall of his Antwerp studio. Like the Atlas of Gerhard Richter, the randomness of this collection proves to be of an absolutely personal nature—despite the artist’s attempt to use it as a means to More—
A loud, disciplinary whistle blows through the basement of Capitain Petzel on Berlin’s communist-era showcase avenue, Karl-Marx-Allee. Forty-five young men and women dressed in black dissolve from the crowd, swiftly climb the low wooden stage in the center of the room, grab a copy of Moby Dick and start reading out loud—
