#cuchi white

[alyssaintherye]

Movie set of Leos Carax' Les Amants du Pont-Neuf photographed by Cuchi White in Lunel (France), circa 1990

[padaniafelix]

È stata prorogata al 30 settembre, la mostra Cuchi White - Gonzaga, Estate 1998. L'ho visitata recentemente e consiglio a tutti gli indagatori della Pianura di andare a visitarla: merita!

[paolo-streito-1264]

Cuchi White. Venice, 1952.

[mybenia1]

Cuchi White Les années noir et blanc (1948-1958) Dimanche en périphérie de Paris, France, 1951

[odetoacloud]

Cuchi White, Sud d'Italia, 1951

[eahostudiogallery]

collected thoughts

curatorial thoughts

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Erich Hartmann

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Bill Culbert

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Cuchi White - Les années noir et blanc

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Koji Araki 

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Ruth Bernhard - Straws, 1930

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Kurt Markus - Olga and the Cowboys. Little Bear Ranch, Montana. 1994

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Ramón Masats - Tierra de Campos

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Dorothea Lange - Laundry day

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Joel Meyerowitz - Los Angeles, California, 1964

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Kai Ziehl

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Carinthia West 

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Lou Stoumen - Times Square, 1979

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Sunday: send me a postcard

[hngaxvromzu4ga]

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[mybenia1]

Cuchi White | 1953

[zaboot]

Who is got me on magic? Know who has got me on Magic

NO is like saying no I do not want any more tea do you need to know the difference the United States a noose, New Zealand Australia all of those people will pay for this they really well every white person I didn’t say they really well they are very sick in the head. Yes, most white people are absolutely sick in the head.

I don’t think he is shy in that way there’s different kinds of Chi do you know what I mean? Well I know that you know what I mean because like I can see it when you guys are giving me a certain look so I know I know that you know what I’m talking about who the fuck I just remember like yeah that is extremely strange if I had been abroad, would I have been encountering that weird cookie lady. No I said Cuchi Cuchi with a K no no I’m not Coochie. Oh God.

[mariolandavid]

Saigon

I wasn't expecting much from Ho Chi Minh, the economic (not actual) capital of Vietnam.

Everywhere we went, folks back home told us that Hanoi was the gem, and that we shouldn't stay too long in Saigon as it was a chaotic, polluted city with not a lot to see.

Locals tell a different story however, and besides, I love chaos.

We flew into HCM airport from DaNang, and after some confusing guidance and exhasperated sighs, managed to got a Grab to our hotel/ hostel, City Backpackers Hostel.

The streets of HCM are packed full of motorbikes in every shape and size, street food carts, and endless shops. It's an absolute ordeal to cross the road, and due to it's massive spread but lack of metro, a bit tiresome to get around. Not much walking was possible.

Most of the time we more relied on our fave transport method: jumping on the back of a Grab bike, knuckles white as you gripped on to the handle bars for your life, sharp inhale when you realise how close you are to other riders and cars. All around you, neon lights flash brightly and brave citizens weave in between vehicles. For around 50p a ride, it's hard not to...

We didn't have much time in HCM. As an anniversary present I had bought us a stay at a river sidee resort for some rest, which effectively meant we had 1 full day in the city.

It was set to be a heavy one: we had booked a tour of the Cu chi tunnels, and would then be dropped off in the war museum as a Vietnam war double wammy. What a day.

So we should have some to bed early, but we decided to go to sample some beer from the brewery we had been hunting down since Kuala Lumpur: Heart of Darkness. The American inspired brewery did not disappoint, and it fit in well into our impression that HCM was a lot more 'Americanised'. We saw multiple American chains here, from coffee to clothes, which was a shock given we'd barely spotted them for weeks.

After pints and weaving through throngs of university students sitting and drinking on tiny stools under Saigon's small scale version of Notre Dame, 'we' decided to go to a pub to watch the Manchester United match. It wasn't a good game. And not only because of the drunk South Africans who heckled David for being the only person in the bar NOT watching the rugby, and berated him for focusing on Man U's terrible loss instead.

We semi-heeded our hostel host advice to not stay out until late in the eve of a busy day, and woke up semi fresh faced in the morning. David, like an angel, rushed out to get us some Banh Mih whilst I was getting ready. We scoffed these delights from heaven (and some canned ice coffee) as we piled onto the tour bus for the day, surrounded by other western tourists.

On the way to the Cu chi tunnels, our guide who was from the Mekong Delta, shared some stories about his upbringing. His name was Thu, which was a shorter version of the Vietnamese word for 'second'. His older brother was called Dau, or, 'first'. Growing up in the countryside, he told us how he'd lost a childhood friend to a landmide, which apparently continue to be an issue in the area we were headed towards. If I remember correctly, the district of Cuchi was one of the most heavily bombed during the Civil war.

He told us of the lack of electricity and facilities growing up, and regaled us with tales of what they ate, and what facilities they had to go to the bathroom. David's got some more details about it in his notes but I'm not sure it's blog material...

He also told us about the compulsory army service in Vietnam: Unless you have only one son, one of your male children will have to attend national service. Gun ownership in the country is quite common, although not strictly legal. Gulp.

After around 1 hour we arrived in the tunnels, a small section of the 250km long network. It's outstanding what the people from this region achieved: they dug tunnels multiple meters underground, each tunnel having different 'floors' for sleeping, cooking, guarding. All 250kms of these tunnels were connected, but had traps and secret passageways all throughout in case of intruders. Sections of these tunnels could be flooded, bombed, or gassed, and still the majority of the underground network would not be affected. These metres were not even 1.5x1.5m in size, and they've even been expanded now to accomodate for tourist tours and safety. Let me tell you, when you're down there and moving around, even if it's for 100 metres, you feel consistently on edge and uncomfortable. It's not easy to walk in these underground hallways, never mind living, cooking, and sleeping.

The Cuchi tunnels tour is well worth it: it brings to light the incredible ingenuity and camouflage skills of the people in the countryside, and you start to realise how much of a deathtrap these Vietnameese jungles really were for the Americans. We also got to try and shoot some Ak-47s, which was a memorable experience but not one I would try again or suggest you do.

As we clambered back onto the bus, all of us were feeling a bit emotional. The horrors of war and the lengths people go to both protect themselves and attack others were very plain to see, and once you're inside the oppresive tunnels and witness the scars left in the countryside from the poisonous gas and the land mines, it's hard to be in a cheery mood.

So of course we all decided to get dropped off at the War Memorial museum, a 4 floor building with all manner of American weapons and vehicles parked infront of it. Helicopters, boats, cars, guns, bombs... the whole lot. The tour group split up, but not before an American guy (who had spoken about guns at length (!) during the tunnels), insisted that we try Cambodian cheese baguettes, as they were some of the best food he'd had in SE Asia, and some of the best cheese of his life.I'm going to save you a google and let you know that there's really not much cheese being made in Cambodia. Like, at all...

The war museum is bleak. You think you're a tough hardass that doesn't cry, and you will be proved wrong. Whether it's the countless photos of the slaughtered villagers, the cold hard facts about the number of weapons, soldiers, and bombs deployed, or the photos and essays from those affected by agent orange.

It's intense. There's a map that shows you what order to experience the rooms in, and the disbelief and horror does not stop mounting. There's a point where your brain cannot take in more information, like your capacity for absorbing staggering statistics that we were never designed to compute, and at that point you an sit on one of the benches in the outdoor courtyard and get some air. It's relentless, and at many points you think you probably should leave, that there's no reason you need to be reading about and looking at pictures of senseless slaughter, but then you feel bad for feeling that way, so you press on.

It sucks and it's not anyone's idea of a good time, but I left having learnt a lot more about the war and the history of Vietnam from their point of view, so I'm glad we went. It reminded us of the museum at Hiroshima, which also leaves you feeling conflicted, and hopeless.

After a lot of aimless wondering to shake off the haunt, we ended up nabbing a place at famed Banh xeo 46, which was full to the gills. It's a compromise between a street food stall and a restaurant, completely packed with locals who easily handle the overflowing basket of herbs with one hand whilst pouring themselves an ice cold beer with the other. I, famously a seafood hater, ordered the Bun thit nuong, and David tried the famous prawn crepe that Bourdain himself had applauded.

Next morning, after check out, we tried Op La, the deconstructed version of Banh Mi. It was alright, probably the closest they have to an English breakfast, but I'm probably going to stick to the original from now on.

A nail appointment, a riverside lunch in cafe RuNam, and a WhatsApp welcome from our private butler later, we'd arrived in Am Lam resort. Maximum instagram goals.

For our last evening in Ho Chi Minh, our last day in Vietnam, we reminisced whilst having dinner in the resort. The lush riverside setting made us look back on our time in Borneo, and reflect upon our journey. Our last days in Vietnam coincided with our first full month travelling, and we celebrated by jumping into the beautiful pool during an intense thunderstorm. After the heaviness of the day before, laughing and doing something for the thrill of it felt great. The water is always warmer than you think. A month in, and we had already done so much, but there was so much yet to discover...

Ask us now, and Vietnam is one of our favourite countries so far. From a cruise weaving around a natural marvel, to the wind through our hair when speeding down the hai van pass, to memorable food tours where we tasted some of the best and freshest food of the trip... it's an undeniable country. You can feel how protective they are of their nation the moment you step foot in it, and it doesn't surprise you when you learn how much they have endured. This nation of rice paddies, tiny stools, fans, and cold beer. This nation of motorbikes, ancestor worship, and provincial rivalry. Of delicate paper lamps and crispy banh mi.

We loved Vietnam. You will too.

[gacougnol]

Cuchi White

San Gemignano

1952

[garadinervi]

Trompe l’œil. Poemes de Georges Perec / Photographies de Cuchi White, Paris, 1978, Edition of 125

[fulviomeloni]

Cuchi by gabrieltaliano http://ift.tt/2GHU89F #macro

[plus-zero-workshop]

// Édition spéciale dessin CC+0 2017 // Part 2 //

Suite de la maquette de l’art book 100 % dessin CC+0 que nous présenterons au festival Short Run ! Le livre final sera au format A4 avec une centaine de pages, noir et blanc, et entièrement fait main !

Other pics of our CC+0 art book that we will present at the Short Run festival ! The final book will have about 100 pages, A4 format, black & white, and 100 % handmade. Yay !

[themountainsays]

As a native Spanish speaker, is there any way I could ask you to make a list of terms of endearment? Like the kind you'd use for your child, your sibling etc vs your lover/spouse etc? Those can always get very confusing between languages (I think they used 'mi amor' both to a lover and to a child in the movie at least).

Oh!! Sure! By the movie you mean Encanto right? Sooooo we're talking Colombian spanish then. Because obviously each dialect has it's own particularities and I don't know much about colombian spanish. Still yeah there are some terms of endearment than I'm pretty sure are universal to the whole hispanic world.

I know "mi amor", "mi vida" and "mi cielo" all work for both partners and children, though you'd probably just say "amor", "vida" or "cielo" when talking to someone. Example: "¿Cómo estás, amor?" (How are you, love?) / "Buenas noches, vida" (good evening, life) / "Vení aca, cielito" (come here, little sky). Though now that I think about it, I only ever hear cielo/cielito used when someone is mad at you. You know how people will use diminutives when trying to control their anger? I.e "Marianita" as opposed to Mariana or "Pablito" as opposed to Pablo. So if, say, you wanted to write about Julieta scolding Mirabel, you could have her call her "cielito", "amorcito", "solcito", "chiquita/chiquitita" (little one) or just something like "Mirabelita" when she's trying to get her attention. You may also see people using more extravagant pet names like "mi corazón", "corazoncito" or "cariño" when they're mad, and they take on this agressive, mocking tone. Unless you're a grandma, in which case you throw those words around like you dgaf. Some people use them ironically among their friends. Moms and grandmas also like to say "mi tesoro", "mi corazón," "mi bebé", "mi linda/o", "bonito/a", "mi sol", " "mi cosita", (Julieta calling Mirabel "cosa linda" (pretty thing) in the film was perfectly fitting and realistic) when they're gushing over you and how much they love you, possibly while kissing you all over and snuggling with you in bed. But they wouldn't use it to casually say "hey you come here".

Actually I can't think of many romantic pet names. "Amor" and "Vida" (or "mi amor" and "mi vida" if you're feeling fancy) are simple and versatile, you can't go wrong with them. Some people use "Bebé" too but ngl it seems so cheesy to me. I can think of several for children, though. "Amor", "Vida", "Sol", "Chiqui" etc. My parents always called me "Cuchi" or "Cuchicuchi" but I think that one may be from my country 😂 no idea. Speaking of my country, I've also seen people say "Amorchi", which sounds like italian influence to me but I'm not a linguist so idk. "Michi"/"Michí" is a common petname for cats, and it has Quechua origins so afaik it's used in all the countries that were once part of the empire, and parts of the south of Colombia were under the empire's control but I have no idea how widespread it is. My favorite one is "bichito de luz" (firefly, or more literally, "bug of light") usually shortened to "bicho" or "bichi" (i.e "bug"). I think this is the one that sounds the most natural.

Then there's the controversial ones which I wouldn't advice using in english contexts because people may get the wrong idea. Man i feel weird and uncomfy mentioning them rn but given the context I think it's fine. A lot of girls are nicknamed "negra", "negri" or "negrita" all of which literally mean "black girl" or "little black girl". They are perfectly acceptable terms of endearment an carry no offensive meaning at all. They may call us that regardless of skin color. My aunt, who is white, calls her white daughter "negri" all the time. And I've had friendly teachers call me negra and negrita a lot in school. I know it may sound weird but it's super normal in my country at least, and if I saw it on a fic, I'd think they would sound very natural, but again if the rest is in english then it may not come across the way you want it to.

On a similar vein but not as bad, "gordi" (fatty) is also a term of endearment. I actually think this one is pretty cute. I've seen fanart and fanfic in which characters call Mirabel that and it comes across just fine imo. Again, it can be used for anyone and it's not offensive, unless you're using it as an insult. This applies to the previous point too: context is important and both terms can be used in friendly and unfriendly manners.

If i had to say which come across as most natural for a parent (in my country) to use on their everyday life (see: what we usually call kids in my family), I'd say they're Bichi, Cuchi, Cuchicuchi, Vida, Negri, Gordi, or just a shortened form of the kid's name. Amor is also used every now and then.

I think nicknames for friends are the hardest because each country has it's own set of terms. I know spaniards like to throw "Tío" (uncle) around as a way of saying "dude". In my country we say "Boludo" (someone with big balls, but having big balls is sometimes associated with being stupid, useless and incompetent, not with being brave), in Chile i think they say "Weon" (???? No idea what it means) and I think in México they say "Güey" (again, etymology unknown). Apparently, in Colombia they use "Parce" (which is what Antonio named his jaguar!). Not sure how you'd use it in a sentence though.

As for siblings... idk in my family we just call each other "brute", "whore", "slut", "bitch", "ugly", "rat", "trashcan", "stupid" and other insults of the sort (all in spanish ofc - respectively: bruto/a, puta* (puto means faggot), zorra, perra, feo/a, rata, basura, estúpido/a). Calling my sister or cousins anything nicer would feel weird. It's like telling your sister she's pretty, like, yes maybe she has a good fashion sense and knows how to style her own hair but lmao i'm still not calling her pretty. It's in my contract to be a little shit. I NEED to tell her she's trash (because she knows I don't mean it - she calls me a whore in return so it's fine). It would be suuuuuper weird to call your sibling or cousin "amor" or "bichi" unless there's a large age gap and you're coming from a more motherly babysitter vibe. I know like, one person who calls her sibling "amor" and if I didn't know that's just her way of showing respect I'd sideye her so bad. Now, maybe that's the vibe you're going for, maybe not. You also wouldn't usually call them "hermano/a" or "primo/a" on your everyday life. "Cousin" is not a substitute for "dude" lol. Though "primito/a" and "hermanito/a" could be used more ironically and playfully if a character is teasing another, especially if it's the oldest making fun of the youngest. It depends a lot on the person. I know cousins who call each other "Primo/a" but it's not the most common thing afaik. Different families have different vibes. My sister and I are just brutal with each other, but other siblings are nicer.

Oh and "enano/a" means dwarf, and you use it for kids younger than you. Idk if parents use it. Maybe cool parents? I get the vibe a cool aunt or uncle would use it too. It's meant to be a bit teasing, but it carries a more endearment than "ugly rat whore" which is how my sister and I usually refer to each other 😊

Terms like "mi amado/a", "mi luz", "mi alma" strike me as old-fashioned, cheesy and too extravagant, which may or may not fit the characters you're writing.

There's also the matter of gender, because different words have different forms depending on who you're talking about, and others don't. For example, "cielo" (sky) is always masculine, and you wouldn't change it to "ciela" if you were writing about a woman (some ppl do it ironically to cause cringe on purpose). Same with terms like "bicho" or "tesoro", and "gordi" and "negri" should be gender neutral. But if you're using an adjective and not a noun, like "chiquito/chiquita" or "enano/a", you'd change the gender. O for men and A for women.

This subject is difficult because it varies a lot from country to country. I didn't mention "Mijo/a" because... honestly I have no idea if Colombians use it. I think it may be a mexican or maybe central american thing, but it's a lot more localized than people seem to think. I don't know if my suggestions would work in a colombian context and if any colombian peeps out there would like to add anything y'all are more than welcome 👀

Still i hope it helps Anon 😂