Travel
I have just read a diary entry from fifteen years ago, in which I wrote that I had just read some diary entries from many more years before that, written at a time when I was staying by myself in a small town near Caen, in Normandy.
I have just read a diary entry from fifteen years ago, in which I wrote that I had just read some diary entries from many more years before that, written at a time when I was staying by myself in a small town near Caen, in Normandy.
Girl C is supposed to be hard at work today but she keeps missing her stops, slipping. As the train falls out of view once again, she returns to her world of desire, instead of the world of transport and commuting and punctuality. She allows herself to float into the passenger car, and her pockets empty themselves and her clothing flies off-screen as per instructions provided one hundred years ago.
In Horizon, the globetrotting writer charts encounters with diverse cultures, climes, and the animal kingdom, suggesting how we might proceed more gently in the world.
The essayist on writing about birds to bridge thematic leaps from fathers to tattoos to cross-continental moves.
coffee cups / stirrer sticks / napkins and cookies / on the tray top / satellite tv / an office in the air
As we entered Arezzo, the guide pointed out the prostitutes lining the road. The women looked like awkward, flashy birds, teetering in bright spandex and spiked heels, cheap gold jewelry flashing in the summer sun.
For the past five years, artist Margaret Ross Tolbert has been traveling to southern Turkey to the site of ancient Lycia, an autochthonous culture with roots in the Bronze Age, later Hellenized, and eventually controlled by the Romans.
Artist and writer discuss their globe-spanning travels.
The covert operative with a complex psyche.
The artist talks about the genesis, composition, and execution of a recently completed work.
when you say / erase / do you mean / stop existing?
Following loosely in the tradition of the book-length photo-essay yoking images to text in a documentary mode, Cole has gently torqued this form.
The French writer Édouard Louis recorded his days in New York, around the time of the American release of his novel The End of Eddy. The following entries originally appeared in French in the June 6, 2017, edition of Les Inrockuptibles.
“We never thought, ‘We have to give them dignity.’ We thought we have to give them empathy.”
Picture an area the size of Manhattan covered in sand. It rises and falls and disappears.
Disastrous screenings, Nam June Paik’s meeting with Bill Clinton, and time spent as a dog.
I’ve always enjoyed touring in Japan, not only because of its music but also due to its cultural peculiarities and the unique urban landscapes and soundscapes it possesses.
I sat at the bar of the Zwiebelfisch in Berlin together with David Bell, the renowned Kant scholar; it happened to be one of his regular haunts and it was the only spot where we could have an undisturbed meeting whenever he was in Berlin.
Distance and searching in Katie Kitamura’s A Separation
