I had rounded the corner onto Dover when a woman took my shoulder as she passed. She led three balloons bobbing on strings. A little girl trailed closely behind. Suddenly, in that moment, everything became you: that little girl, her lemon yellow balloons. The girl was your age – the age you will always be – face to the sky, watching the balloons bounce as she tiptoed the cobbles.
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In a film series shot by Sam Gordon for Her Royal Majesty, we interview the artists in residence at 59 Rivoli, after-squat in central Paris. In this film, Mariko Saito talks about her process and her inspirations: animals, childhood, and stars, automatic thinking.
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The Children’s Republic, Canadian playwright Hannah Moskovitch’s brilliant new play currently on at the Tarragon Theatre, starts with an important deception. The scene is dark, the walls are black paper, and there is white powdered chalk spelling out WARSAW 1942 on the ground.
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