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In Turkey at the end of May 2013, the ‘lady in red’ — a woman who was sprayed directly in the face with teargas by a policeman as she stood in Gezi Park of Taksim Square — became the symbol of the dissidents. The Turkish press Today’s Zaman called her ‘decent-looking and brave’
This Turkish policeman seeks intent on maintaining full control of ‘the lady in red’. Is this last shot personal or what! The heroine was identified as Ceyda Sungur, a research assistant at Istanbul Technical University’s school of urban planning. Environmentalists and other activists were staging a peaceful protest against government plant to build a shopping center in the park. The Verge wrote:
Dressed in a red cotton dress and carrying a white tote bag, Sungur soon found herself nearly face-to-face with a policeman’s pepper spray canister. That’s precisely when Osman Orsal, a photographer for Reuters, captured what may be the defining image of this month’s unrest — Turkey’s small-scale equivalent of the tank at Tiananmen.
With her stance relaxed and face downturn, Sungur, through Orsal’s lens, is the epitome of passive resistance. As onlookers cover their faces and turn away, Sungur keeps her shoulders nearly squared to the officer, whose gas mask and crouched stance seem almost comically disproportionate to his target. With a barricade of shields framing the action with ominous uniformity, she stands alone and absorbs the spray.
On a note of irony, we see that Ceyda Sungur will attend R.E.D.S. Rome Ecological Design Symposium in late September 2013.
Consider the juxtaposition of this image of a Turkish policeman very aggressively dousing our lady in red with tear gas with photographer Koray Birand’s June 2011 cover of Harper’s Bazaar Turkey, featuring Nadia Serlldou. See entire editorial. Having been to Istanbul many times, I understand the push and pull of secularization and the growth of religious fundamentalism in the country.
Koray Birand is on AOC’s short list of photographers who understand and are able to capture the essence of female sensuality in images.
View Birand’s 48 editorials posted on AOC. Posted yesterday Koray Birand Snaps Britt Maren For Elle Russia September 2013. We share three favorites, with commentary from me. ~ Anne
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Anne On Mouthwatering Luxe
Food is consumed by mouth and clothing worn on the body, says Luxirare. That makes both intimate experiences. This is a vision I can relate to. The authors write: “The new definition of luxury will not depend on mass production or the “high” price tag. There is no false creation of the “it” item and its corresponding “scarcity” that this item will “sell out”. The new definition of Luxury will not only depend on the quality of materials used, but the time and amount of thinking it takes to create it.”
As a Smart Sensuality woman, I read these words as ‘right on’ — with one huge omission.Luxirare remains a Modern values message, because it wraps items from macaroons to snakeskin envelopes in visual luxury, with no mention of the real circumstances by which this fabulous bit of luxury came to market.
When one makes mouthwatering beauty out of snake skinning, with no statement of intentions or background mission statement, the image exists as what it is — divorced from the holistic process by which products come to market. Student Kim Preston explores this reality in her “Plastic Pacific” images, inspired by the garbage dump that is becoming the Pacific Ocean.
The same challenge applies to snake skinning. Read How the Python Makes Its Way to Becoming a Liz Carey Handbag, Thanks to Vogue Magazine on AOC Green.
Nomi’s Spring Demand
By Nomi Leasure
“She’s seventeen!” Shouted my boisterous friend Brittany. The recipient of her aggression: A man, greying around the temples, spine nearly folded in half, and thick, cheap tobacco smoke trailing from his mouth.
The comment that ignited her aggression? Some variation of: “Hey baby!” “Damn, sweetie!” “Bring that ass over here!” “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Or, “My, my, my.” Comments that, particularly at seventeen, made me feel like a frosted bake good posed in the window display of a cheap, dusty diner.
When summer strikes the East Coast, young women be weary. The more skin you show, the more catcalls come your way. You are inviting, don’t you know, “his” one-sided stamp of approval. Your presence in public means you are fit to be judged. Summer on the East Coast requires a delicate balance. Men in the city take their posts leaning against buildings, shops, and bus stops, making the sidewalk our unwilling runway. Reveal, young lady, what you’ve been hiding all winter. Like cheap jewelry worn too long, “his” comments leave stains on our skin. They serve as a reminder: You do not belong to yourself.
A man will never touch an honorable woman. I negotiate the sentence in my head. A man will never touch an honorable woman.