The night before I left for Beijing, I watched Outsourced , a silly comedy about a man whose call center job is outsourced to India. He reluctantly takes a journey to the small town where the new center is located, and he’s promptly and predictably overwhelmed with culture shock and the frustrations of a different [...]
When do you feel like you’re in a city, and not just floating through it? Most cities I’ve traveled to feel like passing friends. They’re here, they’re gone, and next thing I know I’m looking down on the landscape as I fly home. How long does it take for you to feel like you really [...]
In between my growing list of adventures here in Beijing, I’ve been steadily working on the Gwangju Design Biennale. The event, which alternates each year with the art-focused Gwangju Biennale, is coming up fast. And yet, although it’s known as Asia’s premiere biennial, Gwangju can be a tricky town to reach even from the continent. [...]
This picture isn’t Beijing, as you might guess, but you’ll see bike parks like this around the city. Come to think of it, you’ll see bikes and scooters parked like this in UCLA, UCSB, London, DC, any major city. We used to think of bike parks as distinctly European, or Chinese, but now these parks [...]
In an augmented world, can we expect a light, some kind of indicator, that tells us not just that the lift has been disinfected, but how recently, and whether it did prove positive for containing any diseases?
How do you experience a city? My first day in Beijing afforded me three views. The view from above, as we landed in Beijing Capital Airport in full daylight; the view from the cab to my lodging as the sun set; and dinner with new friends and colleagues with darkness outside. Hello, China. 中国好。
As I announced briefly on Twitter, I’m heading to Beijing for a bit. I fly out next week. What will I be doing? I recently received the opportunity to work on the curatorial team for the Gwangju Design Biennale. The more familiar Gwangju Biennale [of Art] bills itself as “Asia’s oldest and most prestigious biennial [...]
Where was this picture taken? Flat, oily slices of pizza, a cheap cup of soda, an old wooden table. You might be right if you guessed New York, but you’d be wrong: it’s Los Angeles. Westwood to be specific, in a restaurant called Lamonica’s. Before I moved to New York, I already knew a few [...]