Thousands of moving war stories are being unearthed in a drive to gather a vast collection of First World War memorabilia from across Europe.
Buy a home there and enjoy a 1 per cent mortgage, the world's best quality of life, and an ultra-safe economy
Don't laugh: Sarah Lucas's erotic work may bring naughty postcards to mind, but in reality she's as classical an artist as Cézanne or Michelangelo
In 1976, when I was 14, my family migrated to Britain from the Caribbean. We had landed in a cauldron of bitter rhetoric about race and immigration. Unemployment was rising, and a vociferous minority demanded that "coloured" migrants be sent home.
Don Lewin turned £500 into a huge gift-shop empire. But Clinton Cards failed to adapt to the internet age – and now may be forced to fold
Adolf Hitler was surprisingly keen to return to the front line after being injured in the First World War, a recently-discovered postcard suggests.
The Serpentine Gallery's retrospective of Hans-Peter Feldmann proves that this prankster's work is playful but far from puerile, says Adrian Hamilton
She owns more than 300,000 works by great artists from Da Vinci to Monet – or, at least, she retains the rights to reproduce their images. As Harriet Bridgeman's incredible art library celebrates 40 years, John Walsh meets its charismatic chief curator. Plus, she picks her favourite 'acquisitions'.
This edition of Butlin's photographs, collated by Martin Parr, coincides with Butlin's 75th anniversary.
The savage rip in the Manic Street Preachers' life was, of course, the disappearance and likely death of Richey Edwards in 1995. The loss of their friend and bandmate still brought Nicky Wire close to traumatised tears when he spoke of it last year. Musically too, there was the rupture of the giant stadium-filling singles they wrote afterwards, the almost guiltily ironic achievement of the subversive dreams they and Richey had. Tonight's tremendous, happy gig shows that that scar is healing over.
'Everyone was mingling; we sat in a corner, downing juice and devouring the buffet'
The works in Rob and Nick Carter's new exhibition ought to be garish. Instead, they're gorgeous. "Sin Will Find You Out", declares a condemnatory neon crucifix, overlaid on a hyper-enlarged old postcard of America's Spaghetti Junction: an interchange on the Eisenhower Expressway near downtown Chicago. It might as well be an entry in one of those novelty Boring Postcards books. The crucifix, meanwhile, is a miniaturised recreation of a sign that still hangs from a Christian mission on the West Side of Manhattan.
The man who pays his way
Will you be sending any postcards from your holidays this year? I remember as a child having to spend at least one morning of our annual summer holiday writing "wish you were here" to the nearest and dearest – or risk no ice-creams for the rest of the day.
Tribe was a musician-run recording collective in Detroit during the mid-1970s. Big hair, big attitude, big things to say. Big debt to the great Sun Ra.
From textiles to table mats, greetings cards to curtains, over the past few years pattern has exploded into our homes and lives, leaving few objects untouched by graphic retro prints or whimsical illustrations of flora and fauna.