Welcome back to the second instalment of Something Curated’s monthly book review. We hope you enjoyed the inaugural issue, back in March. Now, I will admit some of the books in this, the April round-up, are not for the faint-hearted, but when it comes to art there is nothing quite like being shaken to the…
Who could ever forget the headline: “Is New York’s Best Pizza in New Jersey?” An inflammatory rhetorical question if there ever was one, this is what crowned New York Times dining critic Pete Wells’ 2017 review of the pizzeria Razza in Jersey City – just across the Hudson from lower Manhattan. In a city full of…
Welcome back to Something for the Week — your weekly selection of things to look at, read, listen to, and experience across the arts. From the buzz of the 60th Venice Biennale’s inauguration to a film festival exploring queer Southeast Asian narratives, April promises to be an entertaining month. If you like what you see,…
Welcome back to Something for the Week — your weekly selection of things to look at, read, listen to, and experience across the arts. If you like what you see, consider subscribing to the Something Curated newsletter. Richard Serra: Six Large Drawings at David Zwirner, London Dubbed the “poet of iron,” American artist Richard Serra…
This is neither a guide nor a series of restaurant reviews; instead it is a highly biased, very personal diner’s diary or a glutton’s journal chronicling the highlights of two and a bit days eating through New York and New Jersey. It takes in NYC new and old, and includes diner sandwiches, Trinidadian doubles, a Thai…
Unpacking the differences between London and Paris is by now akin to pretending to your child that the Channel Tunnel has glass walls to see the fish: boring and quite sad. The differences between London and Parisian coffee culture, however, track with the factors that make Paris’s greatest restaurants great. Its most exciting cafés, like…
It’s become a habit among publishing professionals (or anyone with the faintest stated allegiance to literature, for that matter) to treat “true” books as an endangered species, an odd if cherished relic destined sooner or later to obsolescence. This might have less to do with any real, imminent threat (readers don’t seem to be disappearing…
Several years ago, a friend in London texted me a photo of what appeared to be a bulging bread roll stuffed with chocolate frosting, like some sort of mutant maritozzo. I couldn’t puzzle out what was going on, but then I read the caption: “Nutella bagel on Brick Lane.” London has its own distinct bagel…