Archive for Issue 9

Stephen Shore, the Museum of Modern Art’s five-decade retrospective on the artist, is not only a celebration of one of the most significant photographers of our time but also a celebration of photography and documentary for their own sake. This exhibition of over five hundred…

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Sebastián Lelio’s current film A Fantastic Woman doesn’t fall short of the fervent adjective in its title. Lelio’s choice to cast Daniela Vega in the main role of Marina was nothing other than genius, and she provided the film with the raw, powerful antidote that…

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Growing up I lived in an apartment building that had paper thin walls that made for a lack of privacy. The neighbors next to us used to argue into the late hours of the night. My mom would complain about them keeping her up at…

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It’s funny how no restaurants have yet embraced the concept of a table for one. Sure, if you ask the waiter, they’ll guide you to a table for two, more precisely, a table with an additional vacant chair, and you can enjoy your afternoon discussing…

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From the first spoonful of tasteless porridge to the warm fluffy bowls of steamed rice that I eat today, rice has always been by my side. Rice has always been a food that connects me to my home and my family. My relationship with rice…

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The crow sat high above in the trees staring down upon the people walking below. There were happy families on Sunday afternoon strolls, older couples enjoying their little walk through the freshly fallen snow, and groups of teenagers running along the trail and calling after…

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A woman—no, scarcely more than a girl—white as a corpse, with scarlet curls reaching her shoulders and upturned eyes the green of corroded copper. It was her lips, though, that were truly a sight: blue as ice, a shock truly alien on that soft pale…

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The trip felt short, no longer than a nap pressed against the vibrating car window. Meiko jolted awake. Her head was sore from the constant bumping against the glass. Her mother turned off the engine without a word, leaving Meiko blinking drowsily in the passenger…

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In a room underground exists a square pit several dozen yards wide and many thousands of feet deep. Grey-blue smoke clouds the pit. Around it, there are four benches, each stretching the whole side lengths of the pit. Every so often, the leader of the…

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Herne dismounted his steed and stamped his feet upon the ground just before the forest. It was unsafe for a hunter to prowl such a thick forest so close to sundown, but Herne wasn’t like most hunters. He was the best in his village, the…

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