Although largely shaped by the relatively recent art invasion and lately hyped by articles in Vanity Fair as well as the iconic image of Beyoncé’s jump in front of Elmgreen & Dragset’s gimmick Prada store in the middle of nowhere on Route 90, Marfa still bears all the [more]

Last week I had lunch with Marianne Stockebrand, director emerita of the Chinati Foundation and Judd’s companion at the end of his life. Although she now lives in Berlin, she travels regularly to Marfa, where she had been living since the late 1980s. In 1994, the year of [more]

El Paso being the closest international airport to Marfa, I first had to drive about three hours to reach my final destination. I remember seeing with a distracted eye the fleeting shadows of dead animals on the roadside, a vision inducing an equally fleeting sensation of discomfort. In [more]