Wolfgang Tillmans: “Art doesn’t have a purpose”
The photographer on the decline of the London art scene post-Brexit, coming out at 16, and political responsibility.
ByNew Times,
New Thinking.
The photographer on the decline of the London art scene post-Brexit, coming out at 16, and political responsibility.
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