#hereandthere

[magnoliaandcoffee]

My heart is full of flowers

But my soul full of wounds . . .

How much more to endure before I see the beautiful Face of my Rabb?

[notesonphotography]

Hello

Welcome to any new followers, thank you for your interest. 

You can now also follow an updated version of NoP on Instagram.

Even though it is still far behind this one, it is in a sense more “accurate” as my reference material has grown exponentially since starting this tumblr. For that reason, I am concurrently updating early posts on here while mirroring all the content on Instagram. 

It will take quite a while to catch up on there, so in the meantime, I will be continuing with random photo-related posts on here, before getting back into book-specific notes. 

Have a good day

[dwellordream]

Your Plough the Shit tag looks amazing and has a lot about messy mother-daugher relationships! Do you have any head canons about bby!Nettles or her family?

She has three possible dads and they’re all dead.

[hereandtherelove]

林央子／here and there がRuby Hoette, Caroline Stevenson キュレーションによるMODUS Hosts展に参加しました。

MODUS Hosts @ Fashion Space Gallery

October 31 2022 - January 20 2023

London College of Fashion

20 John Princes Street

London W1 0BJ

MODUS Hosts:

Colectivo Malvestidas (CL)

Ellen Sampson (UK)

Kasia Gorniak / talking through our bodies (AU/FI)

Laura Gardner (AU) and Femke de Vries (NL)

Muslin Brothers (IL/BE)

Nakako Hayashi / here and there (JP)

Sue Tompkins (UK)

Tenant of Culture (UK/NL)

The Community (FR)

And an intervention by

Floriane Misslin (FR/UK)

MODUS was Initiated in 2018 by Ruby Hoette and Caroline Stevenson in collaboration with Roland Brauchli. MODUS takes various forms, from publications to events, exhibitions and workshops as well as the MODUS Archive; a collection of printed matter documenting this growing field - all with the aim of building an international network that represents and supports this community of practitioners. The central thread is a glossary - a collection of habits, methods, techniques, repetitions and actions - that together, begin to map out a shared language for expanded fashion practice. 

www.modus-project.com

MODUSは2018年にRuby HoetteとCaroline Stevenson、Roland Brauchliによって立ち上げられました。MODUSは出版物、イベント、展覧会、ワークショップ、そしてMODUSアーカイブ（この成長分野を記録した印刷物のコレクション）までさまざまな形態をとります。すべては、実践者たちのコミュニティを代表し支援する国際ネットワークを構築することを目的としています。中心となるのは、習慣、方法、技術、反復、行動などを集めたグロッサリー（用語集）であり、ファッションの実践を拡大するための共有言語を描き出すことを目的とします。

[hereandtherenews]

林央子/here and thereがMODUS Hosts展に参加

林央子／here and there がRuby Hoette, Caroline Stevenson キュレーションによるMODUS Hosts展に参加しました。

MODUS Hosts @ Fashion Space Gallery

October 31 2022 - January 20 2023

London College of Fashion

20 John Princes Street

London W1 0BJ

MODUS Hosts:

Colectivo Malvestidas (CL)

Ellen Sampson (UK)

Kasia Gorniak / talking through our bodies (AU/FI)

Laura Gardner (AU) and Femke de Vries (NL)

Muslin Brothers (IL/BE)

Nakako Hayashi / here and there (JP)

Sue Tompkins (UK)

Tenant of Culture (UK/NL)

The Community (FR)

And an intervention by

Floriane Misslin (FR/UK)

MODUS was Initiated in 2018 by Ruby Hoette and Caroline Stevenson in collaboration with Roland Brauchli. MODUS takes various forms, from publications to events, exhibitions and workshops as well as the MODUS Archive; a collection of printed matter documenting this growing field - all with the aim of building an international network that represents and supports this community of practitioners. The central thread is a glossary - a collection of habits, methods, techniques, repetitions and actions - that together, begin to map out a shared language for expanded fashion practice. 

www.modus-project.com

MODUSは2018年にRuby HoetteとCaroline Stevenson、Roland Brauchliによって立ち上げられました。MODUSは出版物、イベント、展覧会、ワークショップ、そしてMODUSアーカイブ（この成長分野を記録した印刷物のコレクション）までさまざまな形態をとります。すべては、実践者たちのコミュニティを代表し支援する国際ネットワークを構築することを目的としています。中心となるのは、習慣、方法、技術、反復、行動などを集めたグロッサリー（用語集）であり、ファッションの実践を拡大するための共有言語を描き出すことを目的とします。

[interact-if]

Hi, i was wondering if there were any if-games with Fae/Fey characters? I couldn't find any sadly.

Hey Anon, here are some interactive fiction that includes fae/faey characters! If you’re looking for elf/elves centric, we’ve made a recommended list here. If anyone has suggestions for any IF that fits this genre, please feel free to let us know!

Complete:

A Fairy Tale (VN) by @barbwritesstuff

A Midsummer Night's Choice, or Frolic in the Forest by Kreg Segall

A Squire's Tale by Benjamin Appleby-Dean

Changeling (VN) by @steamberrystudio

Changeling Charade by Ruth Vincent

Faerie's Bargain: The Price of Business by Trip Galey

The Changeling Exchange by Jonas Skye

UnNatural by Sam Kabell

UnNatural 2 by Sam Kabell

Demos:

Between Here and There by @hereandthere-if

Faerie Market by @faerie-market-if 

The Echtra by @theechtra 

The Good People (VN) by @moiraimyths

The Nameless by @parkerlyn 

The Odessa Dating Games by @theodessadatinggames 

Zorlok by @zorlok-if

[babyawacs]

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[maref-pics]

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[impermanent-art]

‘Here & There’

Work by Sam Rodriguez in San Jose.

[linssikeittomies]

The Place Between Here And There - Chapter 10: ...And Happiness In Private Life(cont'd)

Masterpost AO3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7  Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 9(cont'd)

I've finally updated the status of the fic to ABANDONED, I was going to do that way earlier but I didn't want to admit defeat, and then I just kind of forgot... Time really starts flying by as you get older, it totally doesn't feel like 2 years passed by^^' I'm still writing scenes for later on in the fic, and I've had the general outline of the story planned for a long time, but I haven't been able to write complete chapters for any of my projects for over a year now, it's very annoying. Anyway, this is the rest of chapter 9, not my best work but at least I like the part with Toris. He's noticed Ivan's small efforts of being nicer and wants to encourage them. Thanks for everyone who read this story and sorry for not being able to bring it to conclusion for all of you who were invested!

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Ivan sent Fredya home until Wednesday – claiming it was so he could concentrate on work, but he was sure Fredya could tell he was just fretting about the upcoming meeting. Ivan was terrified Katyushka would get carried away, and that was closer to certainty rather than possibility, and then Fredya would walk out of his life. He had known from the start that the time would come sooner or later, but he had much hoped it would fall on the later end of the spectrum. This was a wholly different case from that of his first girlfriend - the one he had been with all of three days before Katyusha started talking about weddings. She had left him the next day, not surprisingly, and he hadn’t really cared one way or the other - she had been far too practical to occupy his thoughts when she wasn’t in sight. But if Fredya left as suddenly, and he was certainly impulsive enough to do so on the spot, then... Obviously it still wouldn’t be the end of the world,of course it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, losing a home for example would be far worse than losing a companion, it really wasn’t that big of an issue when you thought about it – there was no reason to lose what little will to live Ivan had left over something that insignificant. No reason.

So Ivan would not worry about it – he slammed the door on the thought, and worked hard to put all his concentration on his notes. He had not yet studied Rogers enough, his files on the computer had sat abandoned for too long. Opening his folder, going over the routes again, verifying time codes, Ivan fell to a comfortable, familiar routine, cup of tea beside him growing cold. Rogers didn’t have much of a routine, which made observing him a challenge and data collecting a thrill. At least this was an activity that Ivan could still lose himself in despite whatever non-turmoil was boiling in his gut. Comparing coordinates, discovering overlaps, identifying patterns, data was something Ivan was good at. Data had no emotions, so it was easy to handle. Data didn’t mind his extracurriculars, didn’t judge him for his jealousy, didn’t snoop into his past. Though it also didn’t text him at 3 am to tell him about a silly dream it had. Even less it cared about whether he was coming home for the night or not. It not wanting to watch brainless, cliched superhero should have been a positive, but in the dark, the brain gets sentimental. Ivan suddenly wished he had a file on Fredya. Ivan certainly had enough data on him, though so far it was all in his brain and a few lines in his notebooks. One photo on his phone, a selfie Fredya had sent some weeks ago. It was taken with one of those filter things, Ivan wasn’t familiar with the apps so he couldn’t tell if it was instagram or snappychat or whatever others there were. Fredya had cartoon glasses on his nose, on top of his real-life glasses. He was doing a victory sign, and there was a badly drawn pink heart floating in the lower left corner, not anchored into anything. The composition of the photo was bad. A large dead space occupied the top left, a pile of dirty clothes was poking into the frame from the bottom right. The lighting was scarcely better, the only diffuser was the dust inside the light fixture. Fredya’s artistic ability was nil, though he did make for an attractive subject, harsh shadows and all. It would be nice to have proper photo of him, before he got out of reach. With a reference to guide him, it might be possible. Ivan quickly scanned his bedroom for inspiration.

Perhaps it was too much effort for 2 a.m., but Ivan rather liked the end result. The handful of stars drawn on the wall to form a suggestion of a halo – however wrong it looked on Ivan – and hands posed to form a heart on the chest, and some minor lighting adjustments on photoshop, he thought it near perfectly captured how Ivan saw Fredya. Bright, innocent, center of the universe, unashamed of his affections. Fredya wouldn’t put as much effort in to it, even if he did take his own version of the photo as Ivan had requested, but that was also good. It wasn’t in Fredya’s nature to try too hard at something he didn’t feel like understanding - such as art other than of the moving pictures variety. Together, the photos formed a piece – the fantasy and the reality. It was a commentary on expectations. Fredya may or may not look at the photo when he inevitably got up to go the bathroom sometime soon, but he wouldn’t take his own until afternoon if ever, so Ivan finally went to bed. He only had a few hours before his shift started.

-_-_-_-_-

Fredya had sent an emoji Ivan didn’t understand the meaning as response to the photo, followed by hearts and something that seemed to be an abbreviation, Ivan didn’t research the meaning. It likely wasn’t important. Ivan got coffees for everyone again, and Amanda gave him a incredulous look. It was getting suspicious, Ivan acting nice. He should dial down on the social interactions for the next few days. It would be good practice for when Fredya left him, anyway. “Oh, thank you for going through the trouble”, Toris commented smiling. Ivan studied the smile, trying to map out proportions and gauge timings, but again he failed to replicate the gesture. It kept coming out as sarcastic. He would prefer if both would just shut up and their coffees without scrutinizing his intentions. Let a man act civil to fellow humans beings in peace. “If everyone is done sitting around, we need someone to go interview Fowler’s parishioners.” Predictably, Amanda volunteered for the task. That left Ivan and Toris at the office, reading through statements, comparing alibis and viewing security footage, the same draining and pointless sinkhole of never-ending choppy black-and-white footage that glared a print of the screen in your soul, so that in the end when you lost everything else to dementia and cataracts, you would still see that stinging bright rectangle staring you in the eye, smirking gleefully, taking pleasure in removing everything one used to take joy in, and replacing itself in place of loved ones. That metaphor ran a little wild at the end, there. In all fairness, it could be intriguing work when results could reasonably be expected, but everyone and their mother knew the only thing learned from these particular ones would be just how much time were wasting on them. Even Toris, being his professional self, couldn’t resist glancing at the clock every few minutes. He would of course try to make it inconspicuous, just letting his eyes dart to his wrist and back again, but it was noticeable enough when one was more concentrated on the coworker than the work. It came to Ivan’s mind that perhaps this was another aspect of Toris he should try to simulate, rather than keep studying, his work ethic was excellent. Surely that was something most people would approve of. And Fredya did often complain Ivan was rather lackadaisical about his work, he would appreciate the effort. “How do stay so focused?” he asked sincerely. It was admirable, really, how Toris could throw himself at something so tedious. Toris blinked at him in confusion, probably surprised to see his colleague who was supposed to working beside him blatantly ignoring said work. “I’ve practiced it for years, there’s really no easy trick for it.” “Ah. Shame.” “I find that meditating regularly helps. And a good diet.” Well, that was already two things Ivan would not be trying out. “I could send you some articles  if you’d like.” “You should spend your free time on yourself. You work too much.” Ivan went idly back to his files, not really feeling like working, but deciding to at least give it a shot, but feeling Toris’ curious eyes still fixed on him was too much of a distraction. After several seconds of silence he couldn’t take it anymore. “Yes?” “Thank you. That was considerate of you.” Ivan didn’t know how to answer that. It had been such a banal thing to say. Not warranting any response, really. Just a stock phrase, however true of some people and situations - such as this particular specimen. Toris must have heard the exact same statement hundreds of times in his life, knowing that he had an actual social circle who cared for him. Ivan was outside that circle, and people rarely care for the things outsiders say in matters like these - surely Toris should feel nothing particular about anything Ivan said. There was no need for him to smile like that, it was just embarrassing for a grown man to get so giddy about faint praise. Ivan scoffed and went back to his work.

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U maek a habot of drawning on walls huh Outside of his brief childhood, Ivan had only ever drawn on walls three times - once in a drunk, misguided bout of creative frenzy, once to write his number on an intriguing man’s wall to annoy him, and once in an attempt to save a relic of happier times for the future. Mostly when you are involved, it seems. Perhaps you are my muse for wall-related artistry It had been a while since Ivan had drawn a portrait, but now might be the time to dust off that skill set. Ivan considered himself more of a photographer, but there was also something appealing about creating from scratch. Although... he would need to keep the portrait hidden, it would raise questions and pity later on. Ivan wished he was better at abstraction, that way it wouldn’t look like Fredya to anyone else, but his mind seemed to be too observational for it. It could only make sense of things that connected together in realistic ways, it couldn’t create anything out of feelings alone. Perhaps he simply didn’t have enough of them for that kind of art. The dinner with Fredya and his sisters was a few hours away, but Ivan was already nervously ironing his clothes. He once again pleaded Katyusha to control her romantic impulses, and of course she promised, but Ivan knew that meant little. She had very bad self-control. Tasha’s picking me up, we’ll meet you there Natasha was coming? Nataliya was coming?! Fuck - what was she - this was bad news - why hadn’t she said - oh god, forget about Katyusha ruining everything if Nataliya Grigorova was coming! She never mentioned wanting to come along That sneaky little girl, she told me you said it was okay, haha He would not survive this night sober. He wanted to make a good impression. He did not want to be drunk when the only three people who mattered to him were all in the same room. He wanted to be fully conscious, to enjoy an outing with his family while being fully genuine, not just sedated into calmness. But lord knew he would not survive the night sober.

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Remembering the fit Fredya had thrown the last time Ivan had driven not-strictly-drunk-but-also-not-sober, he was glad that they had arranged beforehand for Fredya to pick him up. Because he was observant in the most inconvenient ways, Ivan had been sure Fredya would notice something was off, maybe a smell or the slow movements to counteract the unsteady hand-to-eye-coordination, but fortunately he was too stoked about meeting Ivan’s sisters again, officially, to notice Ivan’s oddly calm demeanor. He babbled excitedly the whole way there, and was halfway across the street before Ivan had even fully exited the car. “Come on you snail! They’re gonna think we ditched them!” “It’s only a few minutes away, you can afford to slow down”, Ivan chuckled. Fredya was so adorably excited, he resembled a puppy on a walk. “Being overeager is as bad as being late.” “Beg to disagree! Pick up the pace slowpoke!” Fredya sped up ahead, Ivan kept his leisurely pace. He missed the re-introductions, but it seemed like he hadn’t been needed for those at all - Fredya and Katyushka already looked like old friends, while Tasha regarded him with a haughty look, but nary a nasty word. She raised an eyebrow at Ivan, as if saying really, you chose this clown over me?, and he simply smiled pleasantly at her. As they waited for their food to arrive, Fredya and Katyushka were unsurprisingly the only ones to hold up conversation. They had found a common ground in Star Trek - in that Katyusha had heard a lot about it, but had never watched an episode and was interested, and Fredya was an expert in all the series and films and liked talking about them. They went through the pacifistic ideas on the original series and how it sometimes contradicted itself on it, analyzing the casting choices for the remakes, some more things that Ivan had no interest in.  When their plates were brought, the were in the midst of trying to speak klingon - the attempts of both of them were saddeningly hilarious. Or perhaps they were both surprisingly accurate. Ivan had no way of knowing, the franchise being something he had never taken an interest in. Of course he liked space, but he was more fact-oriented than a fan of fanciful fiction. “You seem so young, it’s almost like you’re still in college”, Katyusha giggled, and Ivan could not agree more. The youthful energy Fredya exuded was refreshing, at least most of the time. “Never went to college, I went straight to work from high school”, Fredya explained, crumbs flying. That was the one habit that Ivan never found charming in Fredya, it was just plain disgusting. Tasha made a small chortle of contempt that passed Fredya by. “Our brother is a very intelligent man”, Tasha commented sharply, and Ivan knew exactly what she was going for – he had come to the same conclusion, himself. And truthfully, neither of them had been wrong - Fredya really was stupid. “Oh, tell me about it”, the insulted man chuckled, not understanding what was being implied. Ivan would have liked being able to defend Fredya, but the thing was that Fredya was not intelligent – intellectually or socially, and attempting to claim otherwise would have been pointless. He might have been considered smart in some useless areas, such as entertainment trivia, but faint praise is just as damning as admitting faults. Trivia! There was the opening Fredya needed to impress Tasha! “He has a master’s degree in movie trivia and celebrity gossip, if nothing else. Just give an actor’s name and he will tell you every movie they have ever been in.” “And not just that! I can also tell which year each movie came out!” Fredya exclaimed proudly. Ivan started with an easy one - Tom Cruise. Tasha did look reluctantly impressed as the titles and dates kept on coming, but refused to admit defeat. She tried her favorite actor, someone much more obscure. “Ken Foree?” “Hmm… The midnight man, 2017… Rift, dark side of the moon 2016, Cut slash pri- no wait, I think he was in Divine tragedies, 2015, Cut slash print 2012 –“ However, since

Tasha’s obsession with her brother refused to give way to respect for her perceived enemy, she realized that to claim victory she could simply ask about any non-American film star. “Anastasia Zavorotnyuk.” “Anastasia who?” Of course he pronounced the name the American way, but Ivan was still mildly impressed he could tell Анастасия and Anastasia were the same name. “Zavorotnyuk.” Tasha allowed herself a malevolent smirk as Fredya racked his brain for the name in vain. “A true expert wouldn’t limit himself only to Hollywood”, Tasha hmphed in triumphant malice, believing to have proved her superiority over him once and for all, despite not showing an ability to counter his. It seemed the point had only been to prove Fredya was not omniscient. In Ivan’s eyes, it was enough to be merely well-versed. “He does hate subtitles to the point where I thought he might be illiterate”, Ivan joked. “Hey, at least I speak the language of the country I live in!” “Verily, my darling, thou speakest with the most biting of tongues. Shakespeare himself would envy your prowess.” “The guy lived like hundreds of years ago, who gives a shit? Ivan Drago was famous in the 80’s.” “Ivan can sound almost native when he tries”, Katyusha said, trying to diffuse the argument, not knowing the workings of their relationship well enough to tell it was all said in jest. “I haven’t tried in years, I doubt I could anymore”, Ivan thought. He had tried training his accent away in high school, so he would sound less foreign in job interviews. Having a foreign name was bad enough in an application. He had never achieved a smooth, natural accent, he had to concentrate very hard which caused the words to come out very slowly and robotically, and still there was always a hint of foreign phonemes. Combined with his attempts to deepen his voice – an incredibly embarrassing failure on its own – had made him cringe, even back then. Tasha had encouraged him, of course, because in her mind anything and everything her dear brother did was the right decision. Excluding taking romantic interest in someone other than her, of course.

The rest of the evening went by in much the same fashion. Fredya and Katyusha got along swimmingly, Tasha made snide remarks about Fredya, Ivan defended him in mean ways, Fredya played along. It was all very pleasant. Finally the staff started dropping hints that it was time to vacate the table, so they got up and parted ways. Katyusya was enchanted enough to not wait long enough to be out of earshot before starting to gush about her baby brother’s relationship, which made for a perfect opening for eavesdropping. “Don’t you think Vanechka looks so much happier than usual?” Katyusya said, nearly clapping her hands in excitement. “Idiocy might be contagious”, Tashenka grumbled in response. “I never imagined he’d go for that type, but I guess it goes to show opposites really do attract!” Katyushka squeed. “It’s only for the moment. That American moron will start getting on Vanya’s nerves soon”, Tashenka claimed, not sounding too confident herself. Ivan had expected that to happen as well, in the beginning. “I hope he won’t, I think Alfred is good for Vanechka. He’s come out of his shell.” What did she mean by that? As far as Ivan was aware, he had never been shy around his sisters. Or other people, for that matter. “What’re you frowning about?” Fredya asked. “I’m eavesdropping. Katyusha likes you, and Natasha doesn’t despise you.” “Well that’s good news isn’t it?” Fredya smiled, and tried to hear the women. “Man, you got great hearing. I can’t hear them at all.” Yes, it did take some practice to achieve Ivan’s level of spying on other people’s conversations. And by then they had gotten far enough that Ivan couldn’t hear then anymore either, actually. “Your eardrums must be damaged from the all screeching you do.” “You’re walking home, asshole.”

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Tasha + Katyushka = affectionate nicknames for Nataliya and Yekaterina. Tashenka + Katyusya = one level more intimate. Ivan is being drunk and sentimental so at the end of the evening, the way he feels about his sisters is something like most people do when seeing tiny kittens. Thanks again for reading! Maybe in like 10 years so I'll add a final "chapter" describing the rest of the plot, but I know myself and won't make any promises. I have some more snippets on the masterpost if anyone wants to frustrate themselves with a story that will never be finished.

[iliketorantandstuff]

•Zihuatanejo• Pronounced as ZI-HUA-TA-NAY-HOO . . Shawshank Redemption has been an all time favourite watch for most of us. It reminds us of that much needed win in the face of adversity. Andy shares with Red how one day he will escape and go off to Zihuatanejo in Mexico. Why? Because it’s said that the Pacific Waters don’t remember anything, and you can start fresh any day, any moment. And so who wouldn’t want to find such a heaven? For me, my Zihuatanejo exists in multiple people, places, words, and moments. So here’s a pictorial account of my find of heaven from here and there and everywhere! #travelstories #travelphotography #travelgram #myinstastory #instamood #hereandthere #findingheaven #findingmyzihuatanejo #travelersnotebook #travelnow #zihuatanejo #2019 #shawshankredemption #pakistanitraveller #girltravel #instagram #instagramers #whenaroundtheworld (at Zihuatanejo, Guerrero) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2HBzCFnUl2/?igshid=kvewcgu5yets

[ianenos03]

One of the best times I have ever had @hereandtherefest @massmoca 1. @hanavuuu 2. @bartees_strange 3. @carolinerosemuzak 4. @thebeths 5. @fayewebster 6-7. @lucydacus 8-10. @courtneymelba #music #concert #hereandthere #hereandtherefestival #courtneybarnett #hanavu #carolinerose #lucydacus #livemusic #thebeths #indie #barteesstrange #fayewebster (at MASS MoCA) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChOnTdxuTDt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[paintedatoz]

Summer gardening #summer #gardening #outdoorspaces #levels #upanddown #seating #climbing #views #newviews #differentviews #hereandthere #aroundatree #whimsy #narniaesque #tivertonri On the Left Bank of Somewhere Else @derecktor #derecktor #donahue #kids #grandchildreninspired (at Tiverton, Rhode Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfGwwz9uesl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[elgaahmad]

A droite à gauche Ke sana ke mari Ka ditu ka dieu Here and there . . #bonhomme #direction #arah #penunjukarah #adroiteagauche #kesanakemari #hereandthere #randonnee #rando #trakking #track #tracking #trekking #orangorangan #yellow #kuning #jaune #tiang #tige #tianglistrik #tiangtelepon #valdetravers #instagood #instaneuch #couvet #liveinswitzerland #suisse #lifeisgood😎 (at Val-de-Travers) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeP-BvkIcer/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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2002年に創刊されたhere and thereが、はじめて美術館の展覧会に展示されたのは2012年、MOMA　NYで開催されたMillenium Magazine展でした。

その後10年代に、数多くの展覧会に展示される機会を得たhere and thereですが、MOMA Library展覧会サイトのマニフェストは、美術史の観点から21世紀における個人出版物の台頭を解説する文献といえます。

2000年以降に出版された実験的なアート雑誌とデザイン雑誌を調査し、現代のアーティストやデザイナーが作品や��キストを発表するための実験的空間として、雑誌という形式をどのように活用しているかを探ります。20世紀を通じて、視覚芸術やデザインにおける国際的な前衛的活動は、しばしば雑誌やジャーナルという非公式な文脈の中で初めて体系化されました。本展は、MoMAライブラリーの所蔵品から、21世紀に入ってからのこの活動を追ったものです。展示される作品は、コミュニティ形成のための新聞、画像のみの写真雑誌、コンセプチュアルなデザインプロジェクトなど、このジャンルの国際的なタイトルを幅広く表しています。その内容は、画像制作、編集、デザイン、印刷、流通の多様な実践を物語っています。そこには、過去のアーティスト誌や20世紀の小さな建築・デザイン誌の系譜との明らかなつながりがあり、画像編集や印刷手法などの新しい技術の応用も明確に感じられます。これらの現代雑誌を集めることで、これらの実践を直接見ることができ、このメディアを記録し収集するMoMAライブラリーの持続的な努力を象徴しています。（Millenium Magazine展ウェブサイトより）

企画／Rachael Morrison and David Senior, MoMA Library

Founded in 2002, here and there was first exhibited in a museum exhibition in 2012 at the Millenium Magazine exhibition at MOMA NY.

Although here and there has had the opportunity to be shown in numerous exhibitions in the following decade, the manifesto on the MOMA Library exhibition site is a document that explains the rise of the individual publication in the 21st century from an art historical perspective.

This survey of experimental art and design magazines published since 2000 explores the various ways in which contemporary artists and designers utilize the magazine format as an experimental space for the presentation of artworks and text. Throughout the 20th century, international avant-garde activities in the visual arts and design were often codified first in the informal context of a magazine or journal. This exhibition, drawn from the holdings of the MoMA Library, follows the practice into the 21st century. The works on view represent a broad array of international titles within this genre, from community-building newspapers to image-only photography magazines to conceptual design projects. The contents illustrate a diverse range of image-making, editing, design, printing, and distribution practices. There are obvious connections to the past lineage of artists’ magazines and little architecture and design magazines of the 20th century, as well as a clear sense of the application of new techniques of image-editing and printing methods. Assembled together, these contemporary magazines provide a first-hand view into these practices and represents the MoMA Library’s sustained effort to document and collect this medium.

Organized by Rachael Morrison and David Senior, MoMA Library.

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Nakako Hayashi / here and there

presented in MODUS Hosts exhibiition 

Fashion Space Gallery at London College of Fashion

October 31 2022- January 20 2023

Photo by Kisshomaru Shimamura

here and thereの20年分のバックナンバーと、スーザン・チャンチオロによりリコンストされたドレスがMODUS Hosts展（Fashion Space Gallery, London）に展示されました。

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