EPIK HIGH (에픽하이) - sleepless in __________ DOCUMENTARY
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EPIK HIGH (에픽하이) - sleepless in __________ DOCUMENTARY
The Night of the Glowing Sembar by Jethro Buck
“…memory is strange. I cannot remember his face any longer. What I do recall are fragments in time: the crinkling of his eyes against the sunshine or when he smiled, the ghost of his unrestrained laughter … I am left with pieces of remembering though I loved him whole.”
— Cindy Pon, “The Crimson Cloak”
Leigh Ruple — Friendship. Study (colored pencil on paper, 2019)
this feeling inside
“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.” – Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)
Walasse Ting (Chinese, 1929-2010), Untitled (Insect - Dragonflies), c.1990s. Ink and color on rice paper, 40 x 50 cm.
“And though my love did not leave, it went down into deeper darker places.”
— Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir (Canongate, 2019)
MY MIND IS UP ON THE MOUNTAINS TEE
MEGAMIX ANYTHING YOU NEED
“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”
— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)
Li Shangyin, from When Will I be Home? (tr. by Kenneth Rexroth)
Ashish S/S 2016, London Fashion Week
shot by Norbert Schoerner for The Face October 1997
dazed korea march issue 2021 photography by kim sin ae (hq)