Picasso apparently used his daughter’s faeces in paintings in 1938, predating the likes of Andres Serrano by 50 years. It’s proof there’s no end to his defiant genius

Rand wanted A Designer’s Art, originally published in 1985, to be the book people remembered him by.

An icon closes, but a dozen shops still remain in downtown Manhattan.

A graffiti artist swaps the walls of Belfast for silage bales in County Tyrone.

It’s always unfair to compare dealer sales with auctions because whereas the latter happen swiftly and in public, the former can take months to materialise and may always remain private.

Liverpool has made huge economic strides since its Eighties low point, but many of the city’s greatest buildings are still tragically underused.

Limberg, a figurative painter prone to the bad herself, and Olson scour garage sales, flea markets, thrift stores and sidewalk giveaways. In this fashion they have given over their hallway, a...