The first thing I envision when I think of Czech art is the kolache. Oh, seriously. Those hunks of perfect, tender dough, the hollow in the middle cradling some perfectly sweet fruit compote and, perhaps, some cream cheese. There's no telling how many of those delectable bastards I can put back between West and Dallas. Chances are the perfectly white bakery box won't see 24 hours if there's good TV when I get home. But Photographs Do Not Bend has opened my eyes to a more visual, less gastrointestinal Czech art with its... More >>>