by charlynn
½ of 2016
The Curator : Diary Isa
Let’s Curate.
Le vent se lève‌
ill faut tenter de vivre
The wind rises, we must try to live
Oia
Lake Tahoe
The Unassuming Man The man was dressed in a beige coat, maroon sweater, gray pants and white sneakers. He was an ordinary man swinging to and fro around the subway pole. He has a Rubik’s cube in his right hand his fingers fiddling with the cube,
testing
the
various
combinations
that
would
eventually result with all uniform colors on each side. It was evident that it was routine for him, the quickness of his fingers and his nonchalant attitude toward the cube but to the subway commuters it was fascinating. After solving the cube, he rotated the cube again thinking about what to do next, it was only natural to rearrange it and try to solve it once more. So he did, repeating the routine he had perfected only minutes ago.
Brooklyn
Bowery
Asakusa
left and right page : Shibuya
The Conflict The train is a platform to show off the various talents harboring in the city. The rambunctious sounds of the speakers, the speakers, the sound of the drums and even the occasional mariachi band. Today however brought on a conflict of the many talents vying for the attention of the tired commuters. A beat boxer/ rapper alighted the train with speaker in one hand and a mic on the other. As he was setting up, a dance group just so happened to turn up their speaker as well. The beat boxer clearly showed his annoyance and thus began his performance as soon as possible. His bit only lasted a minute before his beats were swallowed by the bombastic speaker of the dance group. He couldn’t do anything else other than to watch the dance group take over the attention of the commuters. As the dancers leave, the beat boxer picks up his performance once again but the commuter’s attention is long gone.
both photos : Shibuya
Sagrada Familia
Palacio Real de Madrid
Heian Jingu
DĹ?tonbori
Chapter Zero I wake up at six am, I need to be out of the door in thirty minutes to catch a subway to school. It is dark and foggy outside reminiscent of the setting of every slasher film right before the girl is about to be killed. The neighborhood is slowly waking from their slumber at this time, like ants marching out of their caves ready to take on the day.
I clamber into the subway station getting on the train that just arrived. As I take a seat I notice the family in front of me consisting of a father with each of his daughters at his side, all in deep slumber. I wonder what happened last night to the family, did they stay up all night doing homework? Did the dad stay up an extra hour learning tomorrows lesson so that he was ready for todays round of homework? I hope they don’t miss their stop.
above : Barcelona ; below : Palacio de Cristal
Santorini
Lucubrate (from my blog)
Lucubrate : to work, write, or study laboriously, especially at night This definition is totally unrelated to the short story, but its a word that my professor said as I was writing this short piece. ... SETTING : M & J laying in a field of baby's breath or any type of grassy field, laying on a yellow checkered blanket. There is a light breeze, ruffling M's hair once in a while. J having short hair is undisturbed by this breeze. M : An 18 year old girl. An unusual beauty, one where you have to understand over time. Unusual but intriguing. J : A 19 year old boy. Features are quite common, can be seen as having a plain face but with a little more. Overwhelmed by the attention M gives him. ... "Do you think about me?" asked M, "Like do I come up in your head at the most random of times?" "I thought about you when I was ordering at McDonalds." replied J, "The cashier had the same hair style as you." "Thats it?" "Thats it." "Goodbye J." ... M calmly got up, gathered her belongings and left the field. Tears were in her eyes, her face heated up bringing a rosy glow in her cheeks. A glow comparable found in the women whom Renoir often painted. J stayed, laying there, not understanding the gravity of his words.
Coney Island
Bravo!
What a beautiful dream