For three weeks, you can walk across water on bright orange ribbons to the island San Paolo on Lake Iseo in Italy, in the latest project by Christo (and the first he realised since the death of his partner Jeanne Claude). Sounds great to us: ‘Those who experience The Floating Piers will feel like they are walking on water – or perhaps the back of a whale. The light and water will transform the bright yellow fabric to shades of red and gold throughout the sixteen days.’

I once saw a lecture with Zaha Hadid speaking for two hours without pausing to take breath or lifting her finger from the remote control, zapping through literally thousands of images, only to end up dismissing us with the words that students today had no stamina whatsoever and that she felt sorry for us. It was kind of insulting, but also unforgettable – a little like her work, really. The architecture world will be all the poorer without her.

Grammys are coming up, so a homage to Björk’s nominated Vulnicura. This is the quintessential Björk fantasy drawn in mythical aesthetic. Use your mouse or WASD to rotate the 360 degree video.

Says Bukowski:

(…) it needn’t be much, just a spark.

a spark can set a whole forest on

fire.

just a spark.

save it. (…)

How come all the “unlikely” Warp artists, the ones you don’t get at first, the ones you get insanely addicted to later, the ones that are so wild and crazy and out there in unexpected ways, how come they all have to die so young?

Apart from Shabazz Palaces, Amen Dunes and Son Lux, who’ll be in town later this month, the incredible Shai Maestro Trio is going to play Berlin’s Quasimodo this Wednesday.

Few things are better than Oldham doing Kelly, but then again, P.T. Anderson doing Pynchon might be just that: better than Oldham doing Kelly.