Aboard the hype-train!
Junk is a collection of fan-made artworks based on songs which are about drugs.
“No matter how much it eats, the mushrooms growing on its back steal away most of the nutrients it consumes.” – Pokédex entry of Paras in Pokémon Sun
In this series, the minimalist compositions predominate, the geometric forms and the luminous colors, where the water and its movement have a special stardom.
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I realized that a woman can be just as much a feminine goddess in a bob cut as she was in her flourishing raven mane, her unending braid twirling with every bounce of her hips. Of course, I grew up to know that every single one of these images in my head are just constraints that social standards set women to fit into, to box into, in order to comply individuals into set identities.
What do Lady Gaga, The Weekend, Maroon 5, Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift and Katy Perry have in common apart from the fact they there are contemporary pop sensations?
A relic of the past whom I now pass by with a shudder, with the green-yellow wave of nostalgia washing all over my exhausted limbs
The spellbinding magic of Lana del Rey has captured the fancy of thousands of people since her ricocheting fame post Video Games. Since then, she has come under the scrutinising, scathing radar of the industry and the world in general for being the person(s) she portrays herself to be through her music.
Earlier this year, Kolkata-based independent artist Sujatro Ghosh started his photo series featuring women wearing cow masks. His work questions why cows have greater safety than women in India. The following is my conversation with Sujatro about this dehumanisation and more.
As identities around the world get further convoluted with the circulation of diverse ideas, some embrace the oncoming change, while for others, it becomes important to assert their authenticity in the face of the massive ideological onslaught.
“Xavier’s dream,” as it is often referred to in the story, of peaceful co-existence is a direct reference to MLK’s iconic “I have a dream” speech.
From the society of this modern public, here is a glimpse.
Original composition by Sourjyo Sinha.
‘Ugh! What? Is that like a proctologist?’
I was watching a Chelsea game at 2am one night, and we were (naturally) losing very badly, when I asked myself the question on every nihilist’s mind, “What’s the point?”
Amma’s sneer will whisper through Skeeter’s accent even after you have switched Missouri for Mississippi, death for hope, one white Manhattanite for another.
If you know you’re having a bad week, there’s no use telling yourself how there used to be better times, how you did things differently a while back, how you will never tolerate in future the things you’re tolerating now.
Sitting 1000 miles apart, being frustrated with a whole lot of things, we decided to get back together and start working on an art collaboration since creating something is one of the few things that brought both of us some peace and solace.
This is how jazz can heal. It can take you away from your labyrinthine neighbourhood and place you in a smoky café by an old gramophone, asking you if that was where you belonged.