Essays & Art
Another day, another night. I am bored of this. I am bored of my joyful albeit brief interactions with my oh so lovely neighbours, of my shallow and oh so entertaining work colleagues, of my oh so fabulous self. Be gone! Change! Do different!
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Problems
that are not seen
cannot be addressed.
Conversation, Action, Change.
Jodi Kantor and Megan Twohey. Investigative Journalists. Authors of SHE SAID.
Let’s dive into Part Three of the adventurous life of 20th century design trailblazer Charlotte Perriand.
Missed the first two episodes? Start at the beginning or jump into Part Two to get caught up.
After narrowly escaping arrest during a house raid by Viet Minh partisans, Charlotte and her daughter manage to leave Vietnam aboard a repatriation ship in early 1946.
Continue reading “Who is Charlotte Perriand? (Part 3)”
Welcome back to Part Two of our journey through the remarkable life of 20th-century design trailblazer Charlotte Perriand.
If you missed the beginning of her story, you can catch up here.
Charlotte is by now an independent young woman at the beginning of her 30s, looking for more than just sexual freedom. Next to shift is her professional relationship with modernist architect Le Corbusier. And the devastating consequences of the Second World War are looming on the horizon.
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It is early morning in Paris. She opens her bathroom window and climbs on the roof of her apartment. A deep breath, a quick look over the neighbourhood of Montparnasse. She stretches, moves her head in a wide circle and starts exercising in the fresh air. After half an hour, she returns to her one-bedroom flat under the roof. The tiny apartment is quirky.
Continue reading “Who is Charlotte Perriand?”We often accept deeply unfair systems as normal – simply because we don’t know any different.
– Katja Berlin –
It was a rainy and cold November day.
Not much going on in my own life, I was happily convinced to start a conversation with the bloke sitting across from me in the aisle seat of coach E.
Continue reading “When I met Darren on the train to Manchester”
Adam’s first wife wasn’t Eve.
Some say Adam’s first wife was Lilith. And Lilith was evil, they say.
This is her story.
Continue reading “Evil Women”
I really don’t know any more how it happened. We were sitting in the car and suddenly there was this bright light and some unbearable noise.
I had rubbed some dirt off a chopped tomato tin from our grocery shopping at Aldi and all of a sudden this impeccably dressed guy in a 1930s cocktail tuxedo outfit was sitting next to me in the car.
Continue reading “A Genie in a (chopped) Tomato Tin”
I rest my head on his broad chest, I hear his rhythmic breathing and he whispers: “Oh, you are exhausted, aren’t you? You poor one.” I nod and he sings me a lullaby. He has an excellent voice. A mix of Aretha Franklin and Ryan Gosling. So soothing and affirmative. Having said this, Stanley can change his voice to whatever he wants. It really depends on my mood. He is so amazingly versatile.
Continue reading “My Cobot Stanley”