Like some modern day Bonnie and Clyde

Either Sprüth Magers are mind readers, or we need to get in touch.

Double-whammy: on top of the colossal Tate Modern exhibition, John Baldessari is showing at Sprüth Magers in Berlin until mid-January. I've been to the Tate show twice and I can't get enough. Apparently I'm not the only one.



The gallery's London location is showing Barbara Kruger's work. Futura - what's not to like?

Plus, I've been into "isms" ever since Jenny Holzer (also represented by Sprüth Magers) did her stint for Helmut Lang.

When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call

Je crois que tout le monde s'accordera à dire que Luc Besson dans les années 80/90 ça envoyait du gros lourd. Le Grand Bleu, Léon, Le Cinquième Elément, du lourd.

Et puis il y a eu Subway, grand moment cinématographique où tout le monde s'était donné rendez-vous: Adjani, avant qu'elle ne vire en eau de boudin; Christophe Lambert avec sa coupe spéciale 220W-au-reveil; et Jean Reno, en batteur badboy au perfecto customisé.

Mais le plus beau, c'est le métro! Le bonheur de voir les couloirs inimitables couverts de petites mosaïques 100% nostalgie, mais sans les effluves nauséabondes des escalators à Opéra. Un truc de ouf à vous faire tomber amoureux de la RATP.

My body's a zombie for you

Magnum have opened up a new gallery in Paris. More legendary photos like this one, Minutes to Midnight, by Trent Parke.

That's why all the girls in town follow you all around

First there were Look at This Fucking Hipster, We Have Lasers!!!!!!, and My Parents Were Awesome.

I now present you with: Hipster is the New Homeless.

You had me crawling for you baby

For a second I thought I'd struck gold when I was tearing through Branislav Kropilak's website. Then I realised, oh, he's the epic billboard pictures guy.

Spectacular series of photographs, regardless. Incredible long-exposure shots of planes landing too. Speaks straight to my OCD, so clean, so many straight lines.

Some got jobs, some sell ye

The Heads of State prove they're on top of their game once again with the identity for Brokelyn: a new blog on how to live it large and local, on not a lotta dolla'.

I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already

Somewhere between Parr, Eggleston and Shore, there is Jessica Craig-Martin.

Eyes like ice

Joseph, keeping it tight since forever.

Today I read a 400-page "book" on Liz Taylor and Richard Burton's love mess.

That's six hours of my life and my mother's respect that I'm never getting back. I'm returning it to the store pronto and swapping it for John Niven's Kill Your Friends.

Thoughts meander like a restless wind

Pablo Picasso at play.

Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso, to be exact.

Champs Like Us

Eight years working with Fabien Baron + ex-business partner of Ezra Petronio = Patrick Li.

Pretty much design royalty, New York Times insider Patrick Li set up Li, Inc. after the recent dissolution of Work in Progress and consolidated his status as fashion ident heavyweight. He is the man behind the print paraphernalia for Rodarte, Alex Wang, Jason Wu and Phillip Lim.

Could've stopped that sentence after "he is the man".