Night is an element of love; like fog.
To go, be going, straight ahead, the world being round, to be coming back, to where, to what, to be a bouncing ball, where, on what, to be defeated by gravity.
Fantastic Plastic: The Spiral Opens
Beirut, Sursock Street, behind the closed doors of a private flat, something began to twist. A new case file opened: the launch of the Fantastic Plastic stools, the first Rat d’Hôtel exhibition in the city.
The Cyclop - Alive Without Purpose
It accumulated slowly, secretly, over decades.
The case of Jutta Hipp – Jazz in Nazi times.
Jazz was illegal, so the scene adapted.
Kiss kiss, click click
Their names weren’t recorded nor was their kiss given a title. No one called it art.
Go back and get it
An art form, an elegance dialect, a beautiful fuck-you to postcolonial wreckage.
Against Silence
Frankétienne and the total language of the Spirale
photography credit © Corentin Fohlen / Divergence for UNESCO
Who’s watching who ? Sophie Calle’s world.
A stubborn itch to see what society labels off-limits.
Cinema’s first kiss?
A kiss might seem somewhat ordinary now, but back in 1896, it was daring enough to make history.
Keskoun
The Western Bekaa, flanked by mountain spines, births bottles holding sunlight and old stories. © Chateau Kefraya picture by Eli.