My Children

“I am longing for the past. Thinking about driving along the coastline in Italy watching the sun set. Listening to the grasshoppers in a quiet Tuscan night overlooking the endless floating hills that stretch beyond and the landscape that looks limitless. The hopeful quiet nights are filled with possibilities.

Lopsided

Kristin and I sit under the apple tree in her garden. We share a carton Chablis and each have our pack of Marlboro. The children play hide and seek inside the house. We are waiting for our permanent seats, she left and I to the right, so it has always been. Yes, since we met…

Our Fictional Past

Marie-Fleur Charlesworth about her images shot for Paradigm Vol. 1 – Genesis – In conversation with and written by Tonje Kristiansen – One of the first things photographer Marie-Fleur Charlesworth remembers was the light on the floor in a Beaulieu apartment she was in at the age of 3. Just that. How the light looked.…

Wes Anderson

The world is so big, so complicated so replete with marvels and surprises that it takes years for most people to notice, that it is, also irretrievably broken. There follows a program of renewed inquiry, often involuntary, into the nature and effects of mortality, entropy, heartbreak, violence, failure, cowardice, duplicity, cruelty, and grief. The researcher…