New Yorker Ron English is a master of the Art of Popaganda. Father of Agit-Pop and an illustrious ‘billboard liberator’, the man is an esteemed social revolutionary as much as he is one of the most iconic artists of our time. Originally hijacking urban billboards with his
Connecting you with the world – and you’re in the driver’s seat. MINI Connected now allows you to access your favourite social media sites, infinite Web Radio stations and keeps you up-to-date with the latest online news straight from your car, opening the doors to a unique form
Christopher Slack’s art evokes the current global preoccupation with East-versus-West politics and the role mass media plays in juggling our viewpoints on the issue. His paintings of bikini-clad pinup girls straddling television sets and brandishing large weapons are treated with hyperrealistic precision and set against saturated enamel
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Pieter Hugo is quickly gaining notoriety as Africa’s premier photographer for his reinvention of the representation of Africa to the West. Frequently quoted for declaring the death of photography, Hugo is indicative of a generation whose sensibility is fine-tuned to the delicate role of the photographer, realising
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She looked across at him through the serving-hatch and watched him page through the Daily News. She stood chopping peeled carrots, two at a time, into little orange medallions. Onions sizzled in a pan nearby. She glared at the face hidden behind the printed pages, thinking, How
She waits at the bus stop one afternoon and her daydreams succumb to the summer heat. Vision blurs as her gaze is absorbed by the shimmering mirage on the road and she is far away in the desert somewhere, delirious, or on drugs. And then into her
You died that day, a Monday in May. 8am traffic is always worse on Mondays. Hooters denote all flavours of bad language as a polka-dotted vehicle turns right in a left-only lane, and a man with no legs riding a wheelbarrow weaves between the stopped-up patchwork of
I offered to help you peel hard-boiled eggs earlier. You said no, I’d break them like I did last time. Last time, I said, the eggs were over-cooked. Stuck to their shells. It wasn’t my fault. I don’t like peeling eggs anyway. Last Christmas, I gave you glasses.