Detroit to Moscow to Yerevan

Thirty minutes into the cross Atlantic flight, the tight waisted, tight clothed, piercing eyed men and women, with little pins of Soviet era hammer, sans sickle, and wings, paraded down the aisle.

I Went To The Toronto Art Book Fair

Crossing the Canadian border has proven to be one of Abigail Lynch's least favorite obligations, right up there with waiting in the checkout line at Meijer. But, she and her "equally degenerative looking compatriots" do so to bring us a report on print in Toronto.