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what is communication, what is imperial, what is revolutionary, what is natural?
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“i realize i didn’t take so many photos recently. although i often see the people i really want to document. it’s always too late or i feel bad to do it.”

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从三月份在中国国内《穿》杂志可以在淘宝网买。在大阪可以在国立国際美術館iTohen买。

Wear journal is now available in Osaka at The National Museum of Art, Osaka and iTohen. Within China, online orders can be placed via taobao.

[drawing on left from 穿 Wear, photo on right by anyway. Thank you, 小蔡 and aka.]

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oishii!


domo arigato!

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不用老对我那么乐观, will i ever get tired of trying?

it’s been a long time (每只蚂蚁都有眼睛鼻子)… southside neighbour says our house’s coffee is so fragrant (它美不美丽偏差有没有一毫厘有何关系), and i can smell your breath every time i think of you, the last shock that you’ve been a grown man for a long while now, and it was something i never knew (每一个人伤心了就哭泣). does being near you change, the smells of the same old street at different hours of the day (饿了就要吃相差大不过天地), does it feel comfortable over the phone (有何刺激), even if she is waiting?

it’s been a long time (太多太多魔力太少道理)… a 500ml jar with a rubber stopper (太多太多游戏只是为了好奇), it was nicer to be a bit more abstract but he wanted to smell it. unfortunately, it was exactly that supposedly removed. Scent travels through air (还有什么值得歇斯底里). Your hair is longer and more done-up now, even in the windy streets out there, the clicking of your low-heeled boots, I like the awkwardness of getting to know you. It’s almost as good as knowing you too well, when we don’t have to speak anymore, and it doesn’t feel bad to not know what you’re thinking (对什么东西死心塌地). Thank you and no, no no.

It’s been a long time (一个一个偶像都不外如此) …to feel ill (沉迷过的偶像一个个消失), my throat hurting after sitting with you all wet through dinner. You didn’t know I was completely soaked, but the food was spicy and you asked awkward questions after I showed you my work (谁曾伤天害理谁又是上帝), and then I met your friend and we didn’t eat until just before the moment of missing the last train (我们在等待甚么奇迹). It’s been a long time since I came this way, and he uses his new car to pick up rides in the evening, A bit of extra spending money (最后剩下自己舍不得挑剔). don’t fall asleep on your way home, okay?

It’s been a long time (最后对着自己也不大看得起)… I try to use the right pronouns in the right places this time (谁给我全世界我都会怀疑), your loving of my use of “we” means that it is all i can offer, all that i hoped for (心花怒放却开到荼蘼). We is I or I is we. We is I is we is I is we. I thought about it in the shower when I came home (一个一个一个人谁比谁美丽), I thought about the most memorable showers I’ve ever taken (一个一个一个人谁比谁甜蜜), I thought about what it would be like to be you, I thought about taking back some of the things I’ve learned over these years (一个一个一个人谁比谁容易).

the sky, really, they say…

(又有什么了不起/每只蚂蚁和谁擦身而过/都那么整齐有何关系/每一个人碰见所爱的人却心有余悸)

[《开到荼蘼》 曲编: c.y. kong 词: 林夕]

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whatever singularities (hurrah for you and me and you and you and you)

Whatever singularities cannot form a societas within a society of the spectacle because they do not possess any identity to vindicate or any social bond whereby to seek recognition. …The threat the state is not willing to come to terms with is precisely the fact that the unrepresentable should exist and form a community without either presuppositions or conditions of belonging (just like Cantor’s inconsistent multiplicity). The whatever singularity—-this singularity that wants to take possession of belonging itself as well as of its own being-into-language, and that thus declines any identity and any condition of belonging—-is the new, nonsubjective, and socially inconsistent protagonist of the coming politics.

–from “Marginal Notes on Commentaries on the Society of the Spectacle“, Giorgio Agamben

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| 4 | 3 | 2 | 1 | wee |

wee1.jpgwee2.jpgwee3.jpgwee4.jpgwee5.jpgwee6.jpg 《任天堂公司停止生产了老版本的机器,出了新的就有更严格的防止盗版的技术。暂时中国还没有黑客可以破解,不过相信很快就会有人破解。新版其实还是很便宜,大概只有1800RMB。但是因为不能玩盗版,所以在中国就等于没用的机器。老版的又停产了,现在越来越少,我们现在卖2200元。是最便宜的。你可以到外面去看别家他们都卖2400,或者你干脆等两个月,等新版的wii也被破解了。肯定能降到2000以下》

“If you had bought one a few months ago, you could have even gotten it for 1680 rmb. now they’ve come out with a newer model, but we haven’t yet broken the code on it so that it can play bootleg games. These are the last of the old wii, so the price has been going up. ours are 2200 rmb. you can look everywhere else if you want, they are charging 2400. we’re the cheapest you’ll find right now. if you really want it cheap you can wait a couple months, after the hackers have cracked the new machine; the price will go down again.”

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remembering “understanding the culture of collaboration”, propaganda, and girly stuff

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i don’t know yet exactly what kind of resolution you will need for the final, but i am going to send you now at least a low-res version you can send easily to everyone else.undersky.jpg

also haven’t decided on a final layout, as i don’t know the size/proportions of printing, or if these editorial decisions will be purely left to you, because i also had the thought of just trimming the whole image down to only two pictures, blown up very big and very digitized.undersky.jpg

what do you think?undersky.jpg

hope you like it, and looking forward to hearing more from the others…undersky.jpgcheers, 丫

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explosion inside your head makes almost no sound

walking by yourself, not sure if this is the right way. you asked the two older women but they refused to give you directions insisting that the place you are going to is too far to walk and that you must take the train since it’s getting late. you assured them that you will take the train (you didn’t want them to worry) and walked in that direction. but then turned right just before the entrance to the station. you were in no hurry. and you didn’t have anything else to do. or rather, you didn’t want to do anything else and getting lost in this new city seemed like a good idea. then you found the christmas market (the one he was talking about) and you wanted to go up on the wheel but there were all these children with their parents waiting in line so you just walked away. but you had gluehwein and asked if they could put it in a paper cup to take away. families and children and giant heart-shaped cookies. nikolaustag. your birthday. walking away from the christmas market, you looked at the driver of the small blue car that had stopped at the lights. you recognized the annoying photographer from the opening party. but even so, you smiled – it was comforting to recognize someone in this new place. and then you found the way back again; a way back.

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