The garden bridge gets hijacked on Twitter. Plus, how Damien Hirst like his fish cooked (clue: he's fussy)
Rakewell likes nothing better than a good bit of amateur genealogy
Rakewell ponders two statues in London that have come in for criticism because they are missing vital accessories
David Shrigley's foam hands, Olafur Eliasson's shaky economics and a chance to buy Andy Warhol's studio
Whatever your thing, says Rakewell, there's a museum for you out there somewhere
Neither Zac Goldsmith nor Sadiq Khan seem to know a thing about the capital's museums
Dutch artist Florentijn Hofman claims that Brazilian protesters have plagiarised his inflatable rubber duck.
An academic paper claims you can tell an artist's vanity by the size of their signature. Well, maybe.
Rakewell picks out his favourite lookalikes in historical paintings, from David Cameron to Sylvester Stallone
Iain Duncan Smith once said that oil painting was like politics – because you could easily paint over your mistakes. Rakewell picks out a few politicians who have done just that
Why has Arsène Wenger slipped in to artspeak? Plus a dog that can paint and more yet more art pouting from Kanye West
From Joseph Beuys to Dinos Chapman, the artists who have turned to music but should never have hit the studio
The Neapolitan dough boys have applied for protected status for pizza through UNESCO's Intangible Cultural Heritage scheme
The Steve Lazarides effect, at home with Elton John and his collection, and the Museum of Broken Relationships heads to LA
The only near comparable disaster that sprung to mind was Saddam Hussein’s reconstruction of Babylon
A Kickstarter campaign to launch an Olsen twins museum has Rakewell reaching for his absinthe bottle
Iggy Pop has been getting his kit off (again), in the name of art
Zaha Hadid's favourite rapper, art in space, and why Prince Philip doesn't rate Lucian Freud
Rakewell reflects on how the public has started taking restitution into its own hands
The Met's rebranding exercise has not gone well, Kanye West needs $1 billion, and London's art world has been partying in the name of pretentiousness