Modigliani’s madonnas actually suggest a far stronger brew, Waldemar Januszczak now realises

Could Tamara de Lempicka’s mock-cubist daubs really get any tackier — or more creepy, asks Waldemar Januszczak

Waldemar Januszczak has spent more than two years sifting out the truth about a man whose life is obscured by cliché

It’s the oldest book in history, part of the British Library’s great adventure on the Silk Road. By Waldemar Januszczak

at the National Portrait Gallery. Sam Taylor-Wood’s new video portrait means, at last, we can all go to bed with Beckham, says Waldemar Januszczak

There’s fashion — then there’s Vivienne Westwood. Hers is a class act in every sense. And it’s there for all to celebrate at the V&A. By Waldemar Januszczak

Waldemar Januszczak is won over by the oddball charm of the Beck’s Futures show

Picture Post was the 1950s in magazine form, the record of post-war England. Its great talent was Thurston Hopkins — who photographed the biggest stars and wasn’t afraid to illuminate the dark side of life

It’s ignorant, yobbish, cack-handed and tasteless. The Saatchi’s New Blood is ego run mad. Waldemar Januszczak calls for a transfusion — pronto

Pre-Raphaelite Vision proves the brotherhood really could paint. So, does Hunt’s scary Scapegoat really work, asks Waldemar Januszczak