So I pretty much love the Mortal Engines books; have since I was a kid. They are a sorta class-conscious, post-apocalyptic version of steampunk that you don’t see too often. Steampunk as a genre often gets too trapped in the ‘Steam’ to really pay attention to the ‘Punk’.
Sundays are for painting your nails while a movie plays in the background, you know they’ll start peeling in a few days but the action is therapeutic. Well, that and soaking up some delicious content, like a big sponge on an oil spill. Olivier Assayas’ Personal Shopper is never incoherent, too talented for that, but […]
There is a link between participatory media and consent. Unless you’re in a Clockwork Orange type situation the audience always has the option of disengaging with a work of art. We can put down the book, walk out of the theatre, turn off the television. By making the active choice to continue engaging with a […]