Artforum – I feel like we’ve entered the Weimar Berlin era of our collective slow dive into fascism. Glitter and doom. I ran with some kind of mad desperation between openings and performances, dinners and parties, art fairs and artist talks, underground clubs and curated gardens. I fell in love again with my city and its art workers, all this extraordinary art under the prettiest weather, a clear sky, a series of perfect days—while the world came apart. – read more