By: Luc Sante

Even then I knew that cats are natural con artists.

By: Luc Sante

What got me especially, though, was how much the image made me think of Jean-Michel Basquiat.

By: Luc Sante

What would go on a night sky? Stars? A Montgomery Ward catalog answered: mattresses.

By: Luc Sante

A particularly poisoned greeting card.…

By: Luc Sante

I was merely the vessel for their dirty impulses.

By: Luc Sante

A failed magazine for failed juvenile delinquents…

By: Luc Sante

I could call it my homage to the Weimar Republic.

By: Luc Sante

It was like all the music we were listening to then compressed into a pill.

By: Luc Sante

The ledger, for reasons of its own, just ordered me to start making collages again…

By: Luc Sante

“Covers for a Series of Paperbacks, Moscow 1923”

By: Luc Sante

The birds all came from a single article in an 1870s issue of HARPER’S…

By: Luc Sante

A torn fragment I found in the dirt on the Place du Jeu de Balle in Brussels…

By: Luc Sante

Weaponry, war between sexes, television culture, moral decay, and of course advertising…

By: Luc Sante

A light bulb appeared directly over my head.

By: Luc Sante

The blimp is unnerving.