Still, we tattoo his sonnets onto biceps, use his one-liners as epigraphs, and watch DiCaprio’s cigarette wag from his mouth as he plays a Hawaiian-shirt-wearing Romeo. Ours has become a rote worship—or a jaded one.
How strange it is to realise we are filled with each other, how beautiful and tight and warm and stifling.
A reverent documentary by Wim Wenders gives a broad overview of the magnificent, encyclopedic body of work that Sebastião Salgado has amassed since he began working as a photojournalist in 1973; he takes startlingly pretty photographs of atrocious conditions of poverty, corporate exploitation, and genocidal neglect.
What if death is a dark room where you can’t even see your hand in front of your face?
It started on a day when I felt like I had been sitting in my room at my computer for a bit too long. Particularly one night where I remember being absolutely convinced that I was the Youtube comments section. That my consciousness had just melted into a stream of vulgar nonsense inexplicably linked to whale migration videos. I needed to get out into nature.
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I think fairy tales are such beautiful allegories of what it means to be human. My parents read them to me as a child and I read them now as an adult, and I still find them just as poignant and evocative. The various forms of darkness characters are challenged to face in the stories are always precursors to the character’s transformation and liberation. This is something I can relate to, and that I want to present to viewers through my work: death and darkness as catalysts for transformation and a more beautiful experience of life.
We reached the square just after six, the sun not yet risen, the sky dripping indigo across the grey cement faces of the buildings, the backlit images of Che and Fidel watching serenely over the growing crowd.