photography by Annie Chung I haven’t seen 성은 in two years. All this time, I’ve thought about all the ways we would paint together. With images, crafting them in our hands, snipping and cutting, and spilling them out with our mouths, over coffee, over booze, over each other bathed in…

but we should laugh anyway : on maurizio cattelan Art isn’t serious. What makes it serious is the business behind it. Even the critique of it. I’ve thought of ways how one can write about humor in the art critic-sphere, but it’s a difficult business. Because from my background, art…

mon kim —arcade seoul City buildings. Chrome. Muscular male bodies. Side by side. We’ve seen it all before, but Mon Kim has a particular and consistent aesthetic that continues to surpass his former work with chic sex appeal that captures the very character of gay masc class in Seoul.

— because you don’t read The Paris Review You never wanted friends, he said, sharply, and then he closed the door of the fridge and he squeezed my arm, the fat underside bit. — Same, Same by Elaine Feeney

a love letter of many. I was better last night. Some autumns ago in a Chinatown apartment, pinning roaches to death with the end of a plastic broom. Or maybe somewhere in the Outer Richmond with the last hours of light in the day, pressed against my mold-ridden basement apartment…

love-live-tweeting the film without timestamps. feelings in consecutive order: There’s a reason why we pull our phones sees sunsets and sunrises before our own eyes do. An incredible opening where we are asked what we thought we’d be doing from the vantage point of 11 years old. Do you even…

and all the unbearable guilt. Itaewon The Sunday after, the alarm in my phone rung a heaviness that shifted all its aching into my hand. I texted everyone I knew, lives I was unsure were there or not. We take it for granted, this thing called living. Health, too. We…

scrap it, leave it, be a body be a verb. Whenever I see an article about a writing contract, I say, scrap a contract. A contract means all business and writing cannot be a business. It is an art. It is a means to bridging yourself to the world. Every…

speech act, killing teens, all about lily chou chou, los angeles i love you. As a teenager, a fantasy always appeared at the front steps of my heartache: a Volkswagen Mk1 GTI slowly pulling into my driveway so that a soft white light would seep through the blinds and flood…