Mazes are the epitome of a designed environment, of complexity, and yet they seem to emerge from somewhere dark and organic and basic in human nature.
“Do you think she’ll ever think about what she did for me?” I asked. “I think she’ll go home when her shift ends and never think about it again,” Sarah replied.
An anonymous art gallery staff member is showing me round before opening hours.
Exploring something beautiful and alien on the edge of Brighton.
How ex-bank manager Clive Gravett became obsessed with Edwin Beard Budding, the inventor of the lawnmower.
Ricky Jay, himself a great magician, has produced a remarkable portrait of an extraordinary man – Buchinger was just 29 inches tall, and was born without hands or feet.
Nothing since has been able to measure up to David Lynch’s Twin Peaks. Nothing has had its power. Why not?