Ringing out the summer, the Viennese art world’s own Philip Marlowe, Max Henry, sleuthed across the hardboiled city, looking for the traces of the evasive Neutral.

Spread over a wooded coastal island, the second Helsinki Biennial posits flora and soil as more potent agents of politics than language-based art activists.

In the mistake culture produced by an era of surveillance, our idea of the good isn’t defined by action, but its appearance, and the power to make truth boils down to who keeps the receipts. By Matilda Lin Berke

In times of it-girl inflation, everyone wants to live in a celebrity’s skin. Who better than Joan Didion to burst that bubble? Her spirit explains why style survives death and serious (prose-) stylists only buy Kim Kardashian’s shapewear.

Joanna Fiduccia’s portrait in Spike #33 of Nicole Eisenman, now the subject of a retrospective at Museum Brandhorst, Munich, snapshots her first forays into printmaking and her opening of the body unto intimacy.