We handed the shared meal to a screen, then mourned it in a thousand essays. Now a French artist has dragged a hand-painted dining installation into a Berlin club and dared strangers to look up and eat together. A wry essay on whether beauty can still gather us back into one room.
Nearly a million young Britons are out of work, school, and training, and the easy verdict is that they’re lazy. Trueno, the Argentine rapper who filled a Madrid arena, makes the case for a harder one: the Bedroom Generation is under-commissioned, and somebody should book the room.
A Vienna museum displays nothing but forgeries and treats each one with the seriousness of a minor master. The reverence reveals something uncomfortable: the aura we feel before a painting was never in the canvas. It was always in us, and the forgers understood that first.
FIFA scanned every player at the 2026 World Cup into a body-accurate avatar that can settle an offside call in under a second. The technology works. The harder question is what happens to human judgment when a duplicate starts making the call, on the pitch and in the studio alike.
In Linz, a cultural association runs servers the way printmakers run presses. A new browser attack called FROST, which reads your activity through SSD timing, shows why that matters: when artists configure the stack themselves, privacy becomes a design question they can answer.
In Maputo and Kinshasa, musicians and entrepreneurs turn oil drums, jerry cans, and fabric scraps into instruments, art, and livelihoods. The idea underneath: nothing is finished. How creative constraint became a climate solution, a job program, and a culture all at once.
China just approved the world's first commercial brain implant. It gives a paralyzed person back the use of their hands, a genuine marvel. It also opens a door that won't close: once a device reads the signals near your cortex, the real question is who else gets to look.
A Japanese airport is rebranding around Pikachu, and it sounds like a press release written by a fifth grader who got promoted too fast. It's a disaster recovery strategy. Inside the Noto experiment, and the argument that joy might be load-bearing when a region rebuilds itself.
Pussy Riot stormed the Russian pavilion at the 61st Venice Biennale under pink smoke, chanting “Disobey.” For about half an hour the gutter crashed the penthouse. A field report on what rock actually is, and why the realest art always costs something to make.
What a Chicago restorer's YouTube channel reveals about how a hurried culture remembers, and the slow hands that pull faces back into the light
Cities are telling stories about how to behave. Right now, a committee of engineers is writing them. What happens if we let the fairy-tale painters in instead?
There is something quietly political about choosing a typeface. It says: I thought about how this would arrive. Gotham Variable arrived this month, and almost nobody noticed. Perhaps that is the most interesting thing about it.