VÆR | Megan Bernstein by An Huynh

I'm so proud of and excited for you, Megan! Congratulations on finishing your program and creating such beautiful work! Thanks for wanting to collaborate again :).

ID Photos by An Huynh

Check out these sweet photos from Stephen Cysewski of the International District! It's cool to see places that are now under construction or closed come alive through these old photos. This place has changed so much and yet barely at all... http://www.cysewski.com/seattleweb/international/index.html

Some kind of way by An Huynh

Sharing two new videos that make me feel some kind of way. We don't deserve Janelle Monae, but here she is doing what she does best (everything).

This next video is really different from the first, but it gives me all the feels. No shame here. I love BTS and cheers to Puma for knowing how to pull on my heartstrings. 

Foreignness and liberation by An Huynh

"Among the children of immigrants, Asians in America seem most caught in a state of limbo: no longer beholden to their parents’ countries of origin but still grasping for a role in the American narrative. There is a unique foreignness that persists, despite the presence of Asians on American soil for more than two centuries; none of us, no matter how bald our American accent, has gone through life without being asked, “Where are you from? I mean, originally?” But while this can lead to alienation, it can also have a liberating effect. When you are raised in two cultures at once — when people see in you two heritages at odds, unresolved, in abeyance — you learn to shift at will between them. You may never feel like you quite belong in either, but neither are you fully constrained. The acute awareness of borders (culinary as well as cultural) that both enclose and exclude, allows, paradoxically, a claim to borderlessness, taking freely from both sides to forge something new.

In the end, doesn’t it matter — not to others, but to ourselves — where we are from? And no, I don’t mean “originally.” I mean the forces that made us: the immigrants who raised us, with all their burdens and expectations, their exhortations to fit in but never forget who we are; and the country we grew up in, that is our only home, that taught us we are “other” but also seems, in some confused, tentative way, to want to learn something from us."

Full article here: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/10/t-magazine/asian-american-cuisine.html