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Zhang Kechun’s photographs along the Yellow River become profoundly moving when viewed as a contemporary evolution of the sanshui (山水) landscape tradition.
January 13, 2025 at 6:42 AM
“And I dare hardly use the claim, but I’ll make it here: I’m an artist.” – David Cornwell, 2019, age 88.

I often cringe when people casually label themselves as “artists,” and what they make, “art.” Though, to be fair, it’s not quite as cringeworthy as when someone calls themselves a poet.
January 12, 2025 at 4:34 PM
Welcome to The Age of the Psychopaths.
January 11, 2025 at 1:44 AM
At their best, films have the ability to uncover the nobler aspects of our humanity—qualities that may have been hidden even from ourselves. Not through some cheap sentimentality, but by fostering a genuine love for others, because they are created with a profound reverence for Life itself.
January 10, 2025 at 3:50 PM
Norm eternal.
January 9, 2025 at 6:38 AM
In developed economies eg. the USA, a book like this costs just 0.4% of the median monthly income, but in Malaysia, it’s 2%. Now apply that math to myriad subscriptions for quality publications, and you’ll see why people in developing countries struggle intellectually.
January 8, 2025 at 7:03 AM
In an age where every detail of a celebrity’s life is scrutinized under a psychological microscope, one can’t help but wonder why the aesthetics of Mar-a-Lago have escaped similar scrutiny.
January 8, 2025 at 2:59 AM
January 6, 2025 at 4:12 AM
The 1979 Iranian Revolution owed its success to the secular left—individuals driven by romantic visions of change. Tragically, many of them were soon hunted down, imprisoned, or executed in the revolution’s aftermath.

Here’s a poignant film commemorating one such dreamer.

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The Ghosts of the Iranian Revolution | I Am Trying to Remember | The New Yorker Documentary
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January 6, 2025 at 3:40 AM
I long for the day when films are celebrated as cohesive, imperfect creations born of messy collaborations, rather than being dissected into fragmented, decontextualised, and meaningless “best this” and “best that” categories.
January 6, 2025 at 3:03 AM
The trouble with art (especially modern art) is it demands time and effort from the audience, who really just want some simple gratification, and the allure of class and virtue signaling.
January 6, 2025 at 2:18 AM
“..but you have to really look..”

– David Hockney
January 6, 2025 at 1:59 AM
While my friends often find my photographs baffling, I feel this one captures the essence of Kyoto quite well.
January 4, 2025 at 3:15 AM
If the spines are pristine, you haven’t read them, yet.
December 31, 2024 at 12:11 PM
America spends $1.7 trillion “updating” the world’s largest nuclear arsenal without raising an eyebrow.

Meanwhile, another country invests $1 trillion in developing global trade routes—and sparks existential panic.
December 31, 2024 at 9:49 AM
I recently came across a critique of Biden’s pardoning of his son, which brought to mind Queen Elizabeth’s posthumous pardon of Alan Turing.

The idea has always felt strange to me because it wasn’t Turing who needed pardoning.
December 30, 2024 at 3:50 PM
I could be mistaken, but Rachel Aviv’s article might be the longest to appear in The New Yorker since John Hersey’s 30,000-word ‘Hiroshima,’ which filled the entire August 31, 1946, issue.
December 25, 2024 at 1:18 PM
The best laughters often come from dark and deep places.

Ludmilla Petrushevskaya is one of those writers you don’t want to tell others about. But here I am.
December 24, 2024 at 3:36 PM
Things were already going too fast back in the 1970s.
December 24, 2024 at 4:19 AM
You do realise that Arabs are Semites too, right?
December 19, 2024 at 2:57 AM
Recently, I stumbled upon a curious fact: on average, Americans buy seven pairs of shoes every year.

In that moment, it was as if a beam of light pierced through the fog in my mind—suddenly, everything seemed so much clearer.
December 18, 2024 at 4:20 AM
An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom—such is the cruel poetry of social media.

A fleeting refuge, where chaos thrives, and yet, we sip from it endlessly, parched for meaning. What a strange mirage, this endless scroll of emptiness, where the horrors captivate and the boredom suffocates.
December 18, 2024 at 4:02 AM
As far as I know, all high-quality journalism is behind paywalls, often heavily so. It’s no surprise, then, that many people end up consuming low-quality content simply because it’s free. The price is dear, evidently.

By the way, punditries and opinions are not the same as journalism.
December 18, 2024 at 2:41 AM
“Sometimes I look at a Socialist—the intellectual, tract-writing type of Socialist, and wonder what the devil his motive really *is*. It is often difficult to believe that it is love of anybody, especially of the working class, from whom he is of all people the furthest removed.”

- Orwell 1937
December 14, 2024 at 4:00 PM
TIL a new phrase: symbolic capital(ist).
December 14, 2024 at 3:48 PM