Forget meatballs: Swedish flatpack giant IKEA is now flogging street art.
Arty Xmas shopping; a chocolate Putin; and a charming speech during Art Basel in Miami Beach
Rakewell cringes through Alan Yentob’s most recent Imagine profile, of David Chipperfield
Introducing Rakewell, Apollo’s wandering eye on the art world. Look out for regular posts taking a rakish perspective on art…
Alex Salmond is enamoured of his new portrait; Norman Foster’s colourful wardrobe; and Paris Hilton hits the decks at Art Basel Miami Beach
Tate’s new advertising campaign turns away from images in favour of doggerel about postcard sales and selfies
Eddie Peake dresses up for Victoria Beckham; David Cameron pops into Pace; and the taste of Tinder CEO Sean Rad
Shia LaBeouf takes ‘meta modernism’ a step further, Catholic art is (sort of) emblematic of our times and the Rake singles out this month’s most bizarre exhibition.
What links Modigliani’s nipples with flatpacks, meatballs and Soviet opposition figures?
Victoria Beckham champions street art. Just like every other celebrity under the sun…
Lil Wayne’s art collection is reportedly repossessed; Adrien Brody has an arty side; and Ed Vaizey is a Rakewell reader… Extraordinary
Ever wondered what Rodin’s The Thinker would look like in a sexy pose? Find out with the help of an art-historical action figure.
Airbnb have announced a new design project. At least, we think that’s what they mean…
Sting moves out, Ed Vaizey flexes his muscles, Sara Cox goes potty for pottery, and George Bush has an artistic rival
The Rake’s guide to this year’s Halloween art gossip…
Mistaking art for rubbish is a grand tradition. But so is mistaking rubbish for art…
News that a city in Ukraine has encased a statue of Vladimir Lenin inside an effigy of Darth Vader has brought much mirth to sci-fi geeks across the globe
Smoke gets in the eyes of London gallery goers, food means nothing to Jonathan Jones and further woes for Uri Geller’s spoon
Meet the artist who bares more than just his soul…
Two tents full of art, celebrities, napping VIPs and champagne are not enough to tempt the literary man of the moment, Marlon James, to Frieze