Jason Wishnow was so DIS Magazine before DIS Magazine kids even graduated high school.
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"I have nothing to do with the workers," said Hadid. "I think that’s an issue the government – if there’s a problem – should pick up. Hopefully, these things will be resolved."
Asked if she was concerned, Hadid added: “Yes, but I’m more concerned about the deaths in Iraq as well, so what do I do about that? I’m not taking it lightly but I think it’s for the government to look to take care of. It’s not my duty as an architect to look at it. (via Zaha Hadid defends Qatar World Cup role following migrant worker deaths | World news | The Guardian)
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When reading the latest theories on “True Detective”, I stumbled across this article and images on the history of rural Cajun mardi gras celebrations - worth a look.
"Cajuns and Creoles on French Louisiana’s rural prairies traditionally celebrate the last day before Lent by "running" Mardi Gras. Early on Mardi Gras morning—or in some cases on the Saturday or Sunday before—bands of disguised riders on horses or trailers set out to scour the countryside. Stopping at homes along the way, they sing, dance, clown, and coax hosts into donating "a little fat chicken," sausage links, onions, rice, or lard. Unmasked capitaines make sure the rowdy beggars (known as les Mardi Gras) behave themselves, reassuring homeowners that—despite all appearances—the mischievous visitors are not dangerous strangers, thieves, or troublemakers. In reality, their mission is to collect ingredients for a gros (big) gumbo, a meal they share with the community later that evening."
Ms. Holt described her first exploration of the West, around Las Vegas in 1968 with Smithson and Mr. Heizer, as transformative in her life as an artist; during the visit, she said, she did not sleep for four days.
“It seemed to me that I had this Western space that had been within me,” she said many years later. “That was my inner reality. I was experiencing it on the outside, simultaneously with my spaciousness within. I felt at one.”
Cela même que l’on avait cru unique, irrémédiable, peut se répéter / The very thing one had believed unique, irreparable, can be repeated
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