Benjamin Brett

Don’t we all consider ourselves spies, on one level? Transfixed by the important detail everyone else has missed, grandly susceptible to the day’s insinuation, which only in the slow zoom of an obsession gathers the intensity necessary to sustain us, spoiled as we are by a diversity of narrative instruments, and affords us the brush with poignancy we recollect from fiction—or merely a pleasant, consequential heaviness in the palm. […]

Excerpt form a text by Sam Riviere for Benjamin Brett: Orrlando, MÉLANGE, Cologne, January 2018

invited by Alexandra Alexopoulou