THE-ICONOMIST publications are included in collections such as the contemporary art library at the Beaux-Arts in Paris (France), the Schaulager/Laurenz Foundation (Switzerland), the contemporary collection at the m-AG — Museum of the Avant-Garde (Switzerland), and the photography library at the Moreira Salles Institute (Brazil), among others. In 2023, the magazine was featured in the exhibition The Intelligent Library at PhotoVogue, at Base Milano. In 2025, THE-ICONOMIST participated in Offprint Paris as an exhibitor.
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“THE-ICONOMIST’s latest issue is hectic and “suffocating” in its use of online image banks. The magazine has never really operated within the requirements of a conventional magazine. This isn’t just because the issues don’t have any advertisements or an ISBN number, or even that it doesn’t have a website that can be indexed by Google. The magazine defies a traditional editorial approach at every turn.After its first four issues’ focus on AI-generated visuals, the magazine has returned with its fifth edition — a printed exploration of surveillance in the digital age.”
— ELLIS TREE, It’s Nice That
“Leafing through the eighth issue of The Iconomist feels like plunging into a dense sea of images drawn from widely different origins and visual regimes. Appropriated, manipulated, distorted, corrupted, cropped, filtered and recombined, these images accumulate into a surface that is intentionally overwhelming, producing a visual field that feels both vertiginous and delirious.”
— ELAINE RAMOS
You wake in a hotel room that is not the hotel room you fell asleep in the furniture is similar but not identical the curtains are heavier the light more artificial the bed too narrow and you wonder if the hotel has rearranged itself during the night to keep you confused or if you have been carried into another room by invisible attendants who specialize in such substitutions and you open the window but there is no city only another window reflecting back at you and the reflection is delayed by a fraction of a second as if your movements must first be approved before they appear back to you and it always turns out differently than you think and you wander the corridor that extends without end passing identical doors with numbers that shift every time you look at them a corridor that folds back on itself so that you are always returning to the same door without ever having left it and the carpets swallow the sound of your steps until you feel you are floating through the structure of a memory that never belonged to you.
