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Hydra and the days of bohemian freedom

Does the beauty of objects lie in the forms we see, or precisely in those that remain unseen?

Yves Saint Laurent’s Collections Through the Lens of Proust

On contemporary painting and its turning towards interiority

It is not the city that we fall in love with, but the version of us that belongs to them

On the urge to search for past answers, and the way cinema holds the memories for us, so that we can let them go