Night is an element of love; like fog.
To go, be going, straight ahead, the world being round, to be coming back, to where, to what, to be a bouncing ball, where, on what, to be defeated by gravity.
The Cyclop - Alive Without Purpose
It accumulated slowly, secretly, over decades.
The case of Jutta Hipp – Jazz in Nazi times.
Jazz was illegal, so the scene adapted.
Kiss kiss, click click
Their names weren’t recorded nor was their kiss given a title. No one called it art.
Go back and get it
An art form, an elegance dialect, a beautiful fuck-you to postcolonial wreckage.
Against Silence
Frankétienne and the total language of the Spirale
photography credit © Corentin Fohlen / Divergence for UNESCO
Who’s watching who ? Sophie Calle’s world.
A stubborn itch to see what society labels off-limits.
Cinema’s first kiss?
A kiss might seem somewhat ordinary now, but back in 1896, it was daring enough to make history.