It all started in a museum depot, of all places. Not the glamorous exhibition halls with polished marble floors and reverent tourists, but in that giant mirrored bowl that looks like someone dropped a salad mixing dish in the middle of the city and decided to fill it with art. Unlike most museums, where treasures are carefully hidden behind Do Not Touch signs and velvet ropes, the Depot is gloriously transparent. Everything is stored in glass rooms: broken statues, forgotten paintings, pieces that didn’t make it to the spotlight but are still too precious to throw away. Read more