Museums at night have a special glow about them: when the crowds have filtered out, you understand the pieces better, their relationship to the gallery and even to the city. You get a sense for what a city values, how the art impacts and still speaks to the city. Like the evening I ran through … More The City I knew too Well: New York, finally
The plane broke through the clouds on a day that felt—in my New York mind—like the night, circling over wet green fields that edged the near-endless red sea of brick and road and people. We land and I stand, ready to pass out, grumbling too much to appreciate what this really means. But at customs, … More Unlearning London: Can I Do It?