Reflections after watching Her, the movie:
The perfect relationship will be one where I don’t spend my time analyzing my actions and feelings, but acting my actions and feeling my feelings; where I spend time growing and discussing how I am growing instead of hiding things in an attempt to try and prove that I have grown. This will be my perfect relationship with myself, because what is a relationship with another but a refection of oneself. I cannot know anyone but through the reflection of my own mind. The absolute lack of need to censor one’s thoughts, feelings and actions - the whole of oneself - will be the highest form of flattery to me.
It’s not the lost lover that brings us to ruin, or the barroom brawl,
or the con game gone bad, or the beating
Taken in the alleyway. But the lost car keys,
The broken shoelace,
The overcharge at the gas pump
Which we broach without comment — these are the things that
eat away at life, these constant vibrations
In the web of the unremarkable.
The death of a father — the death of the mother —
The sudden loss shocks the living flesh alive! But the broken
pair of glasses,
The tear in the trousers,
These begin an ache behind the eyes.
And it’s this ache to which we will ourselves
Oblivious. We are oblivious. Then, one morning—there’s a
crack in the water glass —we wake to find ourselves undone.
— Meditation on Ruin by Jay Hopler
Fake Paintings of Portraits Maybe Taken by My Grandpa in the 70’s
Ina Jang for NY Mag’s ‘The Cut’
"I wanted something floating around, but wanted to use a random item, like scallions. I always thought that scallions look so pretty with all this green, this white, and they sort of look like brushes. I think it also brings a very spring and summer look. The initial approach was to make it look like old Korean or Chinese oriental paintings and since I was using scallions, the hat looked like seaweed to me, so I figured, maybe she should wear this, too, like a food-fashion photo. The whole point was to focus on the skirt, it’s very sheer and beautiful, but I wanted to put something underneath it to exaggerate this material. So she’s sititing on top of the apple boxes and I was so afraid I was going to ruin the skirt, but it ended up okay."
The stronger the wind, the stronger the tree, what if the wind is inside of me?
Postmodernism and tryna not be same-day-hungover.
I tried to be infinite chances because with infinite chances, you had to take one of them; I tried to be infinite patience because I knew that was what you needed. There is only so much a person can take, even if I’m not just “a person”.
I feel empty but no lighter because of it.
Francis Alÿs set loose a fox to roam the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at the witching hour — recorded via security camera.