Wherever you stand, you have the impression of being on the margin of a dangerous precipice. Brasilia stands on the margin. — Were I to live here, I should let my hair grow down to my feet. — Brasilia belongs to a glorious past which no longer exists. That type of civilization disappeared thousands of […]
At record pace, a second podcast episode in two weeks. You thought I was done with Latin American? No way: Here’s an episode about the Mexican photographer Manuel Álvarez Bravo, and more broadly about describing something that cannot be seen. Listen, or read on for the transcript.
A few months ago, I stumbled upon a black and white image of a starkly modernist clock somewhere on the internet. It was the central time piece of the Preston Bus Station, a terminal built in the late 1960s, and either an eyesore or a brutalist masterpiece, depending on who you ask. On the photos […]
Pure your gentle name, pure your fragile life, bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam, combined with steel and wire and pollen to make up your firm and delicate being. – Pablo Neruda’s epitaph for Tina Modotti I dusted off my podcast and finally recorded the fourth episode of Available Light. This time, I am […]
“I guess I want to do the impossible and therefore I do nothing.” – Tina Mondotti
I just stumbled upon this sweeping 2007 review of Bolaño’s Savage Detectives by Daniel Zalewski of the New Yorker. It talks not just about the writer’s twisted and tragic life story, but also about his rejection of literary mainstream and his dislike for Magic Realism – only to introduce a new term that I couldn’t […]
Watched planes and had some ice cream in yet another modernist estate, before a thunderstorm swept in and people ran to the subway, panting on the cars with their coats dripping of summer rain.
I remember back in school when they threw a worksheet about the Bauhaus movement in front of us and it meant nothing to me. Attending art class inside a building that was your typical 1960s postwar fare, a structure seemingly carved out of a giant block of concrete, a lack of ornamentation meant little to […]