Andy Warhol

‘The First Days of Spring’, 1929, by Salvador Dalí

As a visual experience it is less than overwhelming: Dalí/Duchamp reviewed

21 October 2017 9:00 am

During a panel discussion in 1949, Frank Lloyd Wright made an undiplomatic comment about Marcel Duchamp’s celebrated picture of 1912,…

Warhol’s obscene legacy

23 September 2017 9:00 am

As everyone who stands up when a lady enters the room knows, the once sacrosanct rules of civility throughout the…

American beauty: ‘Standard Station’, 1966, by Ed Ruscha

How art chronicled the birth – and death – of the American dream

11 March 2017 9:00 am

How art chronicled the birth – and death – of the American dream, by Stephen Bayley

The rich aren’t so different any more

10 December 2016 9:00 am

The traditional orange at the bottom of a Christmas stocking dates to a time when this was the only orange…

‘Bed’, 1955, by Robert Rauschenberg

The first half is essential – the second much less so: Tate's Robert Rauschenberg reviewed

3 December 2016 9:00 am

Robert Rauschenberg, like Autolycus in The Winter’s Tale, was a ‘snapper-up of unconsidered trifles’. Unlike Shakespeare’s character, however, he made…

Lost soul: a rare portrait of Diane Arbus, taken in New York in 1968

Diane Arbus: a life of incest, orgies and pursuing the extremes

26 November 2016 9:00 am

Armed with their tiny Leicas and Nikons, most of the great postwar ‘street’ photographers liked to be unobtrusive; they wanted…

What you see is what you get: ‘Self-Portrait’ by Brigid Berlin

The wayward deb and Warhol groupie who invented the selfie

19 November 2016 9:00 am

It took a while for Brigid and I to get to know each other, not to mention like each other.…

Tama Janowitz doesn’t write to be liked, just as well

17 September 2016 9:00 am

Tama Janowitz’s memoir is a relentlessly cheerless and bitter collection of vignettes. Between tales of her purportedly miserly, creepy and…

True or false? The Temple of Bel, Palmyra, before and after its destruction at the hands of Islamic State

Why confront the ugly lie of Islamic State with a tacky fake?

28 May 2016 9:00 am

Can the beauty of Palmyra be reproduced by data-driven robots? Stephen Bayley on copies, fakes and forgeries

Marisol with some of her sculptures, New York, 1958

What happened to the First Lady of Pop Art?

21 May 2016 9:00 am

In 1961 the Venezuelan-American sculptor Marisol Escobar made a startling appearance at the New York artists’ group known as the…

‘Like Georgia O’Keefe, Mapplethorpe eroticised flowers — possibly finding them more biddable than his frisky partners in gimp masks and chains.’ Left: Self-portrait, 1982. Right: Calla Lily

Robert Mapplethorpe: bad boy with a camera

2 April 2016 9:00 am

Robert Mapplethorpe made his reputation as a photographer in the period between the 1969 gay-bashing raid at the Stonewall Inn…

Greta Garbo in New York in 1955

Olivia Laing: homeless and tempest-tossed in the Big Apple

12 March 2016 9:00 am

Like a lot of people, Olivia Laing came to New York to join a lover. Like a lot of people,…

The eyes have it: Andy Warhol’s gift for second sight was preternatural

What I learned from reshooting the dullest film ever made

15 August 2015 9:00 am

Stephen Smith finally sees the point of Empire, one of the dullest films in cinema history

Take it from Taki: this could be the start of something really big

16 May 2015 9:00 am

OK. Magnanimity in victory is a sine qua non among civilised men and women, so let me not be the…

Why I detest clothes with words on

3 January 2015 9:00 am

Clothes with slogans on them are a sure sign of a bore

Martha Graham and Bertram Ross in Graham’s most famous work ‘Appalachian Spring’ (1944), with a prize-winning score by Aaron Copeland

To call this offering a book is an abuse of language

8 November 2014 9:00 am

I picked up this book with real enthusiasm. Who cannot be entranced by those 20 years after the second world…

Warhol’s ‘time capsules’ contain everything from toenails to previously unseen paintings worth millions

13 September 2014 9:00 am

‘I don’t know what I think,’ says Lenny Henry, echoing what many of us who were listening were probably also…