Considering how much Schopenhauer loved Hegel: "The height of audacity in serving up pure nonsense, in stringing together senseless and...

“The beauty of art presents itself to sense, to feeling, to perception, to imagination; its sphere is not that of thought, and the apprehens...

Bin London has changed alot in the past decade, and while I don’t agree with those who opine that the very “soul” of the city has been lost ...

Bin I remember being cold and wet; or rather I remember peering down roads looking for a façade resembling the one described in our guide-bo...

Bin In another of Meireles’ installations I was leaning across a farm gate, looking through a metal grille, which was apparently attached to...

These are yummy morsels from PartI of Jacqueline Lichtenstein's meticulous exploration of the history of the French Enlightenment'...

Bin A series of lines on millimeter graph paper that is slightly off white and grubby, aged and used, bearing the effort expended on it in g...

Bin I noticed a lady. She was wrapped in so many bulbous crumples and twists of fiery-coloured fabric that it seemed as if what could be see...

The very desire for guarantees that our values are eternal and secure in some objective heaven is perhaps only a craving for the certainties...

Bin To me it’s like Levi-Strauss is analogizing the impression that this book leaves you with when he is describing the principle of sunsets...

Bin Both the Summer School and the honours exhibition needed to be taken down on Friday, something that required a lot of wrapping, ripping,...

Bin A couple of days ago it was that kind of dry cold that doesn’t make me shiver but only attacks my extremities. Sore fingers, nose and ea...

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