COLIN LANG is a writer living in Berlin. He is a former senior editor at Spike and once wrote the column “Falling Out.”
In Berlin, the reconstruction of a pair of 90s-era exhibitions prompts the question: Was Majerus the 20th century’s last conceptualist, or the new millennium’s first art-world troll?
Because you couldn’t make it out in person, Bottega Veneta offered a runway in a bag, complete with photobooks and a soundtrack on green vinyl. Is Salon 01 London just the beginning?
What was once a moniker employed to criticize the wild, decorum-less painting of Henri Matisse, André Derain, and others, has now come full circle: the tail is wagging the dog.
On the trail of gialli, the Italian mystery/horror b-genre that spawned classics like Flavio Mogherini The Pyjama Girl Case. Timely or not, it’s a riot.
There’s been a debate raging about the postponement of a massive Philip Guston retrospective at four different museums. So, naturally, Colin Lang has to throw his yarmulke into the ring.
From Munich to Berlin, it’s time to celebrate the High Holy Days with a few jaunts to non-commercial spaces and an apologetic butt-dial or two.
A rise in antisemitism during George Floyd summer offers a bracing reminder of the solidary civil rights struggles of Black Americans and American Jews.
Watching the whole system sink into oblivion is good old-fashioned entertainment. But what do we imagine comes than this, particularly for those who drown?
Musing sleeplessly along the flight paths of three leading lights of Austrian (Catholic) literature: Robert Musil, Ingeborg Bachmann, and Peter Handke.
Nudged by a Berlin exhibition on DIY printing, a historical tour through V. Vale’s RE/Search and Wallace Berman’s Semina opens onto a new horizon: Spike is starting a zine!
Never mind our infinite screens: Our eyes locked down with the rest of our bodies, the moment calls for the mind to be dazzled by musicians who could not see.
Next year in Jerusalem? What about this year in Berlin (and Florida, and California)? At least in this plague, the diaspora can break matzah together on Zoom.
With fast and slow mixed up, noisy, falling apart, the lucky among us can enjoy home as a kind of residency. Let the record player play!
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