Chino Otsuka : Imagine Finding Me
Chino Otsuka uses photography and video to explore the fluid relationship between the memory, time and photography. At age 10 she moved from Japan to the United Kingdom to attend school. Her experience of becoming familiar with a new place, a different language and new customs while she was developing her adolescent identity has profoundly shaped her work in photography, video and writing. Her series Imagine Finding Me consists of double self-portraits, with images of her present self beside her past self in various places she has visited. As Otsuka says: “The digital process becomes a tool, almost like a time machine, as I’m embarking on the journey to where I once belonged and at the same time becoming a tourist in my own history.” - via AGO
I am unexpectedly weepy looking at this.
gosh that’s… moving in a really gentle kind of “mother your inner child” way…
It’s so good that I ALMOST SCROLLED PAST IT because I assumed they were just regular pictures
THIS IS THE COOLEST THING.
I decided there weren’t enough positive graphics concerning feminism so I put these together
THIS IS THE BEST THING
Truer words have never been spoken!
MASTER HAS GIVEN DOBBY A HAT
My FAVORITE BOOKS OF 2013
2013 was a time of great binge-watching and great binge-reading. Here are some of the books I couldn’t put down this year. All are highly recommended.
THE ONE THAT DESTROYED ME (IN A GOOD WAY)
Meet Reno, the most intriguing heroine of the year: she’s a motorcycle thrill seeker, an interloper in the downtown New York art scene of the mid-1970s, part-time model, a naive American who gets embroiled in radical Italian politics. She also has terrible taste in men. The Flamethrowers weaves together these interconnecting threads of Reno’s life, the excitement and glamour, but also Reno’s vulnerability, her abject unworldliness. Page by page, sentence by sentence, word by word, the best book of 2013.
TWO SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS YOU SHOULDN’T MISS
With all respect to George Saunders, Tenth of December doesn’t need a plug from me. Here are two collections from 2013 that didn’t get as much love as they should have. Let’s change that.
I’m gonna use the word “experimental” now. Shhh. Don’t be scared. Trust that I’m using the word to describe a style of writing that feels exciting and new and different, not pretentious or unnecessarily complicated. The linked stories in Spectacle feel like they’re breaking new ground even as they zero in on universal emotions.
I would like to live inside the title story in this collection, in which a dinner party gets all kinds of awkward. All of the stories in Bobcat contain worlds that feel perfectly self-contained and satisfying, and yet each and every one could be expanded into a novel that I would hungrily read.
MOST ANTI-YOLO NOVEL
Life After Life explores the biggest of Big Questions: What would you do if you could live your life over and over again until you get it right? What does “right” even mean? Does it mean avoiding heartache, defying death, meeting a soulmate, having a family? Maybe not! Probably not! It takes a writer of great vision and discipline to create a story that has so many disparate threads, but feels so compact and elegant. Get through the first 50 pages and you’ll be hooked—I promise.
MOST LITERARY TAKE ON DATING JERKS, BROOKLYN-STYLE
AKA The One That Hits Too Close To Home. Adelle Waldman’s title character is a nice, smart, sensitive writer-type who happens to have no emotional intelligence whatsoever. What happens when the kinda-nerdy guy your parents would positively adore turns out to be kinda a dick? The fact that Waldman can make Nate P.’s personal life both so relatable and so deplorable is a testament to her critical eye.
My resolution for 2013 was to savor more of what I read, rather than racing through in a panic to get to the next one. Necessary Errors was a novel that forced me to take it slow—to get caught up in all of the wonderfully imagined details of Caleb Crain’s debut about a recent college grad who travels to Prague in 1990, just as Czechoslovakia bid adieu to socialism. Hard not to see parallels between the nation’s attempt to find itself and a young man’s attempt to find himself, but the novel is so much bigger—world-expanding—than that.
From the very first pages of At Night We Walk in Circles, we know that something terrible is going to happen. We learn about a young, ambitious actor who tours through a nameless Latin American country with an experimental theater group, and we know that he meets some sort of tragic end. Despite the outcome, it’s a joy to take the journey with him, to ponder what it means to be a performer and what kinds of roles we play even when we aren’t on stage.
THE LITERARY THRILLER YOU SHOULD BE TALKING ABOUT
I argued that Cartwheel should be the new Gone Girl (I even used GIFs!) and I stand by it—if you’re looking for a totally addictive and thought-provoking thriller that’s both masterfully written and fun to read, look no further.
Read the first few pages of The Woman Upstairs and revel in the anger of Claire Messud’s protagonist, an elementary school teacher in her late 30s who is still waiting for her life to begin. Love her or think she’s lacking in likability, the woman upstairs vents a level of frustration with daily life with which I couldn’t help but sympathize, even as she grapples with the distinction between how much of life is real, as opposed to the stories we tell ourselves.
Most of the time when I read a mystery, I don’t really care too much about descriptions of where it’s set—I just want a fast-paced plot to push the narrative along. The Facades is the exception, a novel in which a decrepit Midwestern city is as much a moody, complicated character as it is the setting. When a beloved opera singer goes missing, her hapless husband attempts to track her down through the crumbling streets of Trude, a city that feels bizarre and surreal and also more than a little familiar.
BOOK I WISH I’D READ WHEN I WAS 20
OK, so the Literary Review’s Bad Sex Award of 2013 will be awarded within hours, and I happened to have fallen in love with one of the shortlist contestants. I am not ashamed. Don’t let the dubious nomination fool you—My Education is hot as hell 99% of the time. Susan Choi’s novel about the complicated love life of a graduate student details all the shit we have to learn about in life that doesn’t take place in a classroom or lecture hall.
Note: If you haven’t yet read The Secret History, you should probably do that before you read The Goldfinch. But if you already have, then call in sick to work and prepare to get swept away in a narrative that more than one critic has called “Dickensian.”
Thanks to Meaty I was the deranged lady on the subway who couldn’t stop giggling. Samantha Irby, of Bitches Gotta Eat fame, just keeps on telling it like it is, essay by essay, rapid-fire blogger-style. A joyous mixture of bad language, bad behavior, and bad relationships.
MOST HORRIFYING (AND FUNNY!) NONFICTION
I had to stop underlining the sentences in Going Clear that made me gasp in horror because I would’ve ended up underlining the whole book. Lawrence Wright’s clear-eyed, phenomenally researched takedown of Scientology is straight-up terrifying. And also undeniably funny. I made a list of some of the most astounding/awful/hilarious quotes from the book, presented by Wright with very little editorializing. The bat-shitness of the whole enterprise speaks for itself.
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1. every bad-ass lady needs a good shade of lipstick. i don’t care if you wear any other make up. i don’t care what color it is. but pick one that makes you feel like a knife wielding goddess and you’re ready to go.
2. take risks. small ones. cross the street when the light says stop but there’s no cars coming your way. buy a pair of shoes that you have nowhere to wear, but make you feel amazing. get your hair cut in a pixie style at least once. buy hats if you don’t like it. pretend you do.
3. care about what people think, not because their opinions are more important than yours but so that you know when it comes down to it, who has your back and who has your front. when you’re standing between an ax murderer/Nice Guy and the girl who likes to call you a slut, figure out which one’s going to be more painful. run.
4. find something you’re interested in and educate yourself. watch tutorials on youtube, take a class, get a hot tutor that reminds you of adam brody in the oc and flirt with his sister. get good at it. brag about it. be proud of yourself.
5. buy a mirror that’s flattering. check out your ass. buy lingerie that makes you feel sexy even if you’re the only one who gets to see it. especially if you’re the only one who gets to see it. dance around in it.
6. if you menstruate and have a smartphone. download a free period tracker. let it remind you to stock up on advil and chocolate. on those days, take a hot bath. play your favorite song on repeat. get angry at people more attractive than you. sleep. eat. take care of yourself.
7. be aware of the fact that you’re not going to be happy or confident or strong all the time. it’s okay. have faith in the fact that you can be happy and confident and strong. have faith in the stone cold truth that you are an awesome person. if you’re still having trouble, put on some lipstick. i promise, it helps.
8. find a female role model. find a role model that doesn’t define them-self in the male/female gender binary. find someone that believes in good things for good people. find someone who believe in someone like you.
9. love yourself. give yourself pleasure. don’t be afraid to keep on all the lights when you strip down and touch your ankles. kiss who you want to kiss. have sex with whomever you please. respecting yourself comes down to one single thing and that is you. don’t you ever let someone tell you that you don’t love yourself the way i know you do.
10. believe in love. not for romance or for money or for material things. believe in the kind of love that makes little kids want to hold hands. the kind of love that makes you feel safe. believe in the love that lets you eat a whole pint of ice cream in one go and refuses to let you hate yourself. believe in that kind of love. the love for you and people like you. the love for queens and their knights in stilettos, knife-wielding goddesses, and self-confident pole dancers. believe in the love for bomb ass chicks.
Mathilde Froustey in Esmeralda
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This valentines Day card speaks for our generation