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On my current list: 1. TASTE a bitter oat flat white 2. SIGHT the sun is out and the trees are dancing 3. SOUND around the sun – poolside, amo amo “another year around the sun guess i’ve just been having fun just another year around the sun making it through” 4. SMELL nail polish 5. FEELING it’s been a gloomy start to the year, but you’ve got this

(Moonlists)

“The city knows you better than any living person because it has seen you when you are alone.” The Colossus of New York, Colson Whitehead

York when the lights are out

The drive to York is about an hour and a half. We’re on that last stretch where you’re in complete darkness––20 minutes with the street lights out; you see as far as the high-beams allow you to. I pray that a rabbit doesn’t try to cross the road. So far so good.

It's a little past midnight. The dog is in my lap and I watch the trees go by. How else do you pass the time on a road trip? The car rolls to a stop and the engine goes silent. “Now look,” he says. I throw my head back, wedging it into the crevice between car seat and window, face pressed against the cold glass.

We sit there in silence until a word escapes. It’s a swear word but in a good way.

"It is a summer's night, and the sky is full of stars."

“Consider what all your old apartments would say if they got together to swap stories. They could piece together the starts and finishes of your relationships, complain about your wardrobe and musical tastes, gossip about who you are after midnight.”

The Way We Live Now: 11-11-01; Lost and Found, Colson Whitehead

“Therefore, unless someone has been studying the dictionary nightly since they were eight years old… the confidence of a grammar nazi is usually just drastically misplaced naivety or the outward evidence of some deep-rooted childhood trauma. Whatever way you want to look at it. I’m not putting words in your mouth.”

(Everyone’s a copywriter. Right?, Clare Berry)

#Copywriter #Advertising

may i feel said he

(i’ll squeal said she

just once said he)

it’s fun said she

(read by Tom Hiddleston: May I Feel Said He, E. E. Cummings)

This time, last year

(Western Australia, 2018)

#35mm #WA

Forty-eight hours I counted the freckles on your face; read the angle that your eyes tilt; studied your battle-scarred shoulder; drew constellations with the moles on your chest;

The butter crisis is an existential crisis. What is life without butter? It is a cultural and identity crisis. What does it mean to be French without butter? It’s a culinary crisis. Butter without salt? Margarine? Are you mad?

(Beurre-pocalypse: The Great French Butter Crisis of 2017, Chris O'Brien)

#Butter #Economics

If you want to make God laugh you should tell him your plans

(Canal Rocks, Western Australia, 2018)

#WA #Travel

Professional perfumers, at least the good ones, tend to be obsessed with the passing of time—why else would you want to try to crush memories into a paste, to keep the lilacs from slipping through your hands?

(Smell, Memory by Rachel Syme)

#Smell #Memory

I learnt a new word at yoga yesterday. 内观 (I find out later is the Mandarin word for Vipassanā––a Buddhist tradition which means seeing things as they really are; a process of self- purification by self-observation). But, if you (blasphemously) take it out of context, if you break down the word, 内 translates as inner 观 translates as observe And I saw it as a reminder to look within. To find clarity in the self. And (again) to be my own person.

For various reasons, I’ve found myself getting lost in pages and pages of Iceland in the past weeks or so

Every once in a while, someone will talk about the places that they’ve visited. But nothing triggers me quite as much as conversations about Iceland or Sweden or Finland or Copenhagen. I have a Scandi/ Nordic hole in my being. My heart aches to be back, to drive through snow flurries, into vast spaces where sky and horizon never meet, climb up mountains and roll down hills a couple thousand feet above the sea, to go out into the cold (full of regret yet with no regrets) and return to shelter to thaw my frozen hands and feet against the warmth of an engine.

(Iceland, 2014) Photo: Diana via verkur.com

#iceland #35mm #Travel

Shánghai

Every time I step back into this city, I’m dressed differently. Because the last time I was here, it was winter, summer, spring. I breathe in familiar air, stumble into new faces, taste new flavours on my mala-numbed lips. I am charmed by this city, all over again.

But my mother-tongue is rusty and I’m on my toes to keep up in conversations. I am Chinese but tarnished. Been exposed. Lost my lustre. I say – I’m sorry that my mandarin is so bad. It’s embarrassing.

You tell me that it’s good.

You don’t understand. I’m not a good example of my people. Or my great-grandmother’s people.

Your people.

Our broken conversations dip into education and revolutions, culture and nationalism. I’m barely surviving, scraping up what I can find of my formal education. And when the evening is over, I retreat back to my room of crisp white sheets. I draw a bath to soak my feet in.

It’s hardly a battle half won. The next time I step back into this city, I must speak differently.

(Shanghai, China, 2016)

#35mm #Shanghai #Writing #Travel

NIRVANA #MOLDINVASION Everyone was a little drunk on beer and gin and whisky and more beer and the guy in dreads was a splitting image of Snoop Dogg so we told him that and rapped on the boat ride back together.

(Boracay, Philippines, 2016)

#35mm #Film #Boracay #Travel #Philippines

Question of the day: Do you still put makeup on your forehead if you have bangs?

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Sunday Supper Founder Laila Gohar Invites Us Into Her Home

"I just realized I have a little bit of a mushroom collection going on."

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My mom used to make us dresses out of leftover fabric too.

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