Image Credit: Livia Fălcaru
The New Yorker cartoons are supposed to critique modern day upper class life and have been doing so since the magazines publication in 1925. The New Yorker Cartoonist, Liana Finck, goes one step further and dissects the inner workings of the minds of modern day humans. In other words, it is like she can read my mind. Below I will analyse and comment on the cartoons that most resonated with me.
In a 55th Street Playhouse Chantal Akerman is stealing half the ticket sales a night as a cashier at a porn theater. It’s 1972 and I’m not even a thought in my parents’ minds. Yet what Chantal does twenty years before I come screaming into this world would forever change the course of my adult life.
I want to live inside the synth track on The Weeknd’s Blinding Lights. Growing up in the 80’s, I feel like I did grow up inside that synth track. The Weeknd has taken us all back in time to 1981, the founding of MTV and the ascension of new wave. It’s beautiful, man. Often I have wondered if it were possible to recreate an aesthetic in art perfectly and The Weeknd has done it.
