A Lucian Freud portrait, a prizewinning lesbian film, a Mexican restaurant and an army of jazz stars are our choices for London this weekend.
This is becoming a habit, or at least an annual event. Another year, and once more I find myself hanging in the National Portrait Gallery.
BP Plc, which last year caused the U.S.’s worst-ever oil spill, today pledged another 10 million pounds ($15.5 million) to four cultural institutions for the next five years.
There is something extremely British about marking the beginning of an era with a political sex scandal.
David Dawson rose to fame as the world’s most prominent artist’s assistant. He saw Lucian Freud virtually every day for two decades.
Top arts jobs are opening up in the U.K. How many will be filled by women?
Bob Dylan’s doodles, Bryan Ferry and “The Sound of Music” are our choices for London this week.
It was impossible to be a Dadaist in New York, Man Ray believed, because the city itself was the epitome of manic, anarchic Dada.
A communal campfire tent goes up in the courtyard of London’s Victoria & Albert Museum late today.
Here we go again.