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I assure you, my cemetery has no recollection Of unmarked mass graves, scattered bone fragments; That skull and cross-bones over the gate? Added by Disney— Leftover prop from Zorro. Adds a little romance. —Deborah Miranda, …

It has long been established that digital networks radicalized the ways in which contemporary moving-image and media artworks are distributed. Even before YouTube, network technology was fundamentally changing the ways that media art was being …

Last year during the holiday season I sat in my family’s living room browsing Facebook on my iPhone while passively experiencing my brother’s Call of Duty marathon. If you were also using Facebook around this …

Living in Cambodia, I am sometimes offered brides. I go to eat dinner at a food stand and the owner suggests I meet her daughter, a thinly masked invitation to marry. My white skin is …

“Everything here is built to scale,” I’m told, standing before a haul truck approximately the size of a two-story house. The person telling me this drives one of these haul trucks at a Newmont gold …

I was late to the Mark Lombardi party. It was not until the beginning of 2004 that I had ever heard about him or his work, let alone ever having seen it. But it finally …

An old, white fishing boat journeys up and down the Bosphorus from the Golden Horn and is seen from various places in Istanbul throughout the day. This is not just a boat among many, but …

The fashion designer Yves Saint Laurent famously quipped that “fashions fade, style is eternal.” This enigmatic statement does much to elucidate the powerful place that style holds in many contemporary cultures. In particular, it alerts …

Among the things most Americans have long seemed to believe about our country is the idea that in some sense, we’re all part of one big team. Nods to national unity are common, and surely …

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“elevates copying to an art, but”1 In March, at Brown University, white conceptual poet Kenneth Goldsmith stood before an audience and read his new “poem,” which was actually Michael Brown’s autopsy report, slightly re-ordered. In October, in an …