That time I went on a first date to an art gallery was pretty memorable. Beckmann’s, Klee’s and Kandinsky’s, Die Brücke, Bauhaus, and German Expressionist—all those denounced by the Nazis as Jewish, Bolshevik, degenerate. Considering that I kink on both Modernism and on the raw Foucauldian power of interwar fascism, I was pretty turned on. We ended up teasing each other on a park bench. — Sir