As restless, reckless, and precise as the Colt revolver for which it is named, Robyn Schiff's Revolver "repeats fire without reloading" as it reckons with the array of foreboding objects displayed at the Great Exhibition of 1851 and the traces of their ghosts one hundred years later.
A dirge on the Singer Sewing Machine, an exuberant and unnerving rumination on multipurpose campaign furniture, and a breathless account of Ralph Lauren's...
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