You've found me at my personal frequency.
Marginalia, half-finished thoughts, songs on the loop, and the films and series I keep rewatching. Updated on Sundays, more or less.
- Based
- Between Seoul and everywhere else.
- Day job
- Something with words and screens.
- Saints
- Bolaño, Tarkovsky, Campion, McQueen (Steve).
- Won't shut up
- The first 20 min of every Fincher movie
There are things that overlap in my private pursuits, and when I'm simply exploring. This site is something about that overlap.
A bookworm, the kind who underlines and writes in the margins with different coloured pens. Cinema came later, as did music, then the slow realisation that these are all the same pursuit.
What you're looking at is closer to my disorganised desk than a website: a few things I'm reading, songs on repeat, photos from aimless wanderings, fragments of writings I keep tucked away in a drawer.
Book of the week
Crush
Crush is a book of poetry I keep coming back to. The nameless first-person singular in his poems is bodysick from longings and desires.
his poems begin like an abrupt confession, unraveling in cinematic images.
"Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake / and dress them in warm clothes again."
— Richard Siken, Crush
Every word aches and feels like a touch at the same time. Each poem feels like a chapter of a dream unfolding through summer nights. A dream from which the feelings linger even after you wake.
Music of the week
Timeless
The album I put on when I feel like moving while whipping eggs and pancake mix for Sunday breakfast, pretending an imaginary pet
is dancing by my side.
track 2 on repeat for the whole of this week.
Writing of the week
Many subtle channels
I believe in beautiful patterns born from collisions. Occasionally, I write about the patterns I've noticed across culture, the arts, anecdotes, everyday encounters. They may seem incompatible from a distance, but once you notice how those are subtly channelled when woven together, your gaze remains open for possibilities. Click the typewriter and one rolls in.
scribbled here and there. posted when finished on substack or here.
snippets
polaroids + iphone
Currently
as of this SundayReading
- The MANIACBenjamin Labatut
- Art for Our SakesZadie Smith
- The Copy BookMy perennial source of copywriting inspiration
Listening
- ReckonerRadiohead
- The AfterpartyLykke Li
- Sirât (soundtrack)Kangding Ray
Failing at
- PolaroidsKeeping things tangible
- Going to bed with no phoneOngoing (so far)
- RunningBut the weather's getting hot
Writings & loose ends
notebook spilloverFeel bad with my best discomfort films
I know one should have a list of comfort movies, but then I came up with films that evoke discomfort like no other, pushing your boundaries. Fear not, I'll also tell you my best comfort movie food list as well :)
Touch my feelings with your body
In an era where bodies become entities, we are desperate for evidence of living flesh both on and off the screen.
Jenny Holzer knows how to get under your skin
Musings on the work of Jenny Holzer and how she deploys text as a visual cast net that stops time and grabs attention.
Cookies (not revenge) are best served cold
A pet topic I defend with unreasonable gusto. Currently eating my overnight oats cookie
while writing this.