More than the clothes, it’s the rhetoric of this show that seems most valuable; there is no easy opposition, it seems set to argue, between modesty and independence.
Plus: a 500th birthday bash for Tintoretto, and a trip to the moon taking off from Copenhagen.
Site Santa Fe, Santa Fe, New Mexico
New Mexico had only been a state for 15 years when Willa Cather, the muted pistol of American letters, published Death Comes for the Archbishop in 1927. “The country in which he found himself was so featureless,” she wrote on its ﬁrst page, “or rather…it was crowded with features, all exactly alike.”
Toward a Concrete Utopia
Museum of Modern Art, New York
From Sarajevo, head south on the M20 motorway until the road signs change from Roman to Cyrillic. Drive on into the Republika Srpska, and continue into the Sutjeska National Park. But stay on the main road; the area is still studded with landmines.
National Portrait Gallery, London
“He was an unbelievably talented guy. He lost his confidence. He lost tremendous confidence because of, honestly, bad-bad-bad surgery. He had the worst. He had people that did numbers on him that were just unbelievable. Facially, you know, the plastic surgeons.”
Museum Brandhorst, Munich
The German painter, whose recent work playfully bathes and prances in a complex network of citations and revisions, has always taken a male-dominated history of art as her rightful inheritance. Now at last comes the “turn of Madame”: of the lady, of the whore, of the heiress.