Xu Xi, Dear Hong Kong (Penguin, 2017), 144pp.
As I was reading Xu Xi’s latest book, Dear Hong Kong, I recalled an episode from my youth. When I was in primary two, about eight years old, I was introduced to a group of children two years my senior. They were by a large margin the best kids in my school, and my mother had hoped I would tag along and learn something. The best among that circle was John, obviously, since he was perfect. When he graduated primary school, his mother sent him to Dulwich.
In the line-up for this year's Art Basel, nothing is more provocative—and downright subversive—than a mixed-media collage by newcomer Justin Bergman titled “Beyond Art Basel: a Guide for Wanderers.”
A month ago I went to a flamenco performance in New York knowing nothing about anything. It was after Christmas and not a lot was happening dance-wise, but I trawled the listings on NYT and there was a reference to Noche Flamenca. They were doing a piece called “La Ronde” and another called “Creación.”