Otra salida de Miami Bourbaki:
The strong smell of rubber, which filled the space the night of the opening, took me out of the hierarchy of sight, into olfactory denigration. As if all of a sudden, Höglund's "i. de deo" exploded, turning flat smudges on linen into shiny rubber shards on a gallery floor, causing a three-dimensional white-cubicle origami with the writer of this review inside it.
