There are constants in the media landscape, the images that, even half-seen, alert us to another excitingly dire occurrence.
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‘The line between reality and its representation has become rivetingly porous.’
‘When they repeated that word, “stalking”, it didn’t click. Because you can’t stalk your best friend.’
Fiction by Sarah Perrin.
‘The military recruits around football – they try to pick up the surplus player population. You couldn't make it on the college team? Well, you know, this is kind of similar. Both are violent.’
Nico Walker on American football.
‘The camera records what’s in front of it, but that reality can be pre-arranged.’
Thomas Ruff speaks to Alice Zoo about light, Bernd and Hilla Becher and the essence of photography.
‘The scarlet stained my palm – / whether the blood of the berry or of the bird, / I couldn’t tell.’
A poem by Isabelle Baafi.
‘My address book is overpopulated, like a communal apartment during the post-war housing shortage.’
