Charles Esche

I got into a big modern art trip a few years back (and am still in it), so this was a fun book to flip through and look at all the glossy photos of real modern art. Not white canvases named “My Soul” or dead snails entitled “The Life Cycle”, but real art.
I don’t know if it’s really necessary to own since you could have fun just looking at it in a bookstore. But for those who enjoy huge coffee table books like I do, it’s a must.