In his photographs and texts, ­Calcutta-based Soham Gupta forces the tension that arises between fiction and real-life conditions in as yet unseen ways.

“He always read Priam instead of ‘prime’.”

To what extent can a revolution of the inner world impact the external, material world surrounding us?

Cosa porterà il prossimo bit? Sconvolgenti novità? Semplice ridondanza?

“This text was written at the end of 1962, after my return from Algeria. For me the text is the matrix for Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats.” P.G.

A stupid tweet by a nobody, meant as a parody, somehow goes viral and the internet offers up death threats.

In another era, the mish-mash presentation of Africa would have been the focal point of criticism. But this is not the age for facts.

“Communism will be when we understand something of love.”

Philosophy is found wanting. It is considered anachronistic, some say dead. The tradition is in ruins.

In the post-avant-garde era we’re all ­either in the vanguard or asleep in the lap of capital. In this sense everybody ­
is avant-garde—or nobody.