why you’re still spring cleaning in summer
some first steps in looking at objects from another lens.
I’m at this strange influx of productivity and unproductivity. In this odd grey area, I’m learning to care more. More about myself, all the tedious bits. All the parts I’ve neglected after years of procrastination.
Someone who has helped me get to this frame is Brittany Bathgate. She’s a style influencer of all things fashion, books, film, and more. In her thirty minute vlogs, she promotes slow living, where she rambles on and on about a singular shirt, how much history it holds.
what does intimacy look like in a post-pandemic korea?
bringing ‘touch’ back into our physical vocabulary.
God knows how long I’ve held a hand. I’ve often wondered what intimacy will look like when all last year has been spent away from people, from touch. I often wonder when it’ll be safe to be held by someone again.
We live in the humid climate of rampant hate crimes that gutter us waist deep in poorly written infographics ripped straight from pre-made Canva templates. We regurgitate it all in our story-shares and retweets for all of it to feel like faux-allyship, and, even worse, substantial advocacy. Sharers even stress over the fatigue of it. It’s nonsense, but I am at fault too: I am a coward.
I left the United States because of the Trump administration. I admit, this sounds satirical. I was a part of a bad joke, but when I finally moved abroad, my anxieties…
FINAL CUT -- when finalities coexist with what is to come.
In the gallery hub of Jongno-gu, Arario Gallery always manages to boast nouveau art that translates into the psyches of our contemporary world.
This time, Arario exhibits men’s avante garde designer brand PAF (Post Archive Faction) that examines the dystopian wear that doesn’t lean far enough into tech-wear or linger too far into couture, but exclaims a maximalism that is lacking in a time where faux minimalism is promoted.
after a twelve year hiatus, they have come back with a serenity much needed in 2021.
I first discovered the Norwegian duo somewhere in the endless abundance that was tumblr, when you could still rip songs straight from the multi-media blog platform. I was sixteen and broken at the time, juggling my identities of being a queer Asian in conservative Orange County.
I still remember the terror of the gym, undressing in front of boys in the humid climate of when “faggot” crossed hateful mouths with much ease. “Gay” was still an easy insult, even after the AdCouncil funded a…
nathan’s field notes 002
The center will not hold, and other ways I’m destroying myself.
Spring leaves my loose grasp, too quickly, too shamefully. Every year it is like this. I don’t get enough sun. I don’t enjoy afternoons in the park like I used to in France, a baguette, sun dried tomatoes, brittle clouds of mozzarella for mini makeshift sandwiches.
Most days, I’ve been destroying my eyes with screens. My work PC. My phone. My iPad. Even when it comes to books, a kindle which has begun to hurt my eyes in the dark.
Last night was the first…
Each and every day that passes here in Korea makes me want to come back to Los Angeles less and less.
One of the issues I originally had with Korea was the lack of reseller luxury goods sites like Depop or Grailed. I felt I had to go to Gwanjang Market or one of those overpriced independent places in Hongdae. Only recently had I found out about Carrot Market or Danggeun Market (당근마켓).
Until finally, my Instagram ads showed me exactly what I wanted:
A place where I can finally find the hard-to-find. …