Andy Warhol in China, 1982, looking like a real tourist!
Courtesy of Phillips
Ruò yǒurén jiéhūn, wǒ yào zài hūnlǐ tiàowǔ!
If anyone has a wedding, I want to dance at it!
绳子不会跳! Shéngzi bù huì tiào! The rope can’t jump!
我们唱歌,画图 Wǒmen chànggē, huàtú We sing songs, paint pictures
我们听故事, 用蜡笔插颜色, 我们休息, 我们吃东西, 玩游戏
wǒmen tīng gùshì, yòng làbǐ chā yánsè, wǒmen xiūxí, wǒmen chī dōngxī, wán yóuxì
We listen to stories, color with crayons, we rest, we eat, play games
我们玩得很愉快! wǒmen wán dé hěn yúkuài! We have a good time!
Měi gè háizi dōu yīnggāi qù yòuzhìyuán!
Every child should go to kindergarten!
Wǒ duì shēngmìng yǒu hěnduō wèntí, kěshì wǒ què zhǎo bù dào dá’àn
Wǒ yào yīxiē hěn zhíjiē qīngchǔ de dá’àn…
The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you’ve gotten the fish you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you’ve gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning. Once you’ve gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can talk with him?
Flow with whatever may happen, and let your mind be free: Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.
Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.
A path is made by walking on it.
Let your heart be at peace.
Watch the turmoil of beings
but contemplate their return.
If you don’t realize the source,
you stumble in confusion and sorrow.
When you realize where you come from,
you naturally become tolerant,
kindhearted as a grandmother,
dignified as a king.
Immersed in the wonder of the Tao,
you can deal with whatever life brings you,
And when death comes, you are ready.
I cannot tell if what the world considers ‘happiness’ is happiness or not. All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I see them carried away headlong, grim and obsessed, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction. All the while they claim to be just on the point of attaining happiness.
To a mind that is still, the entire universe surrenders.
If a man crosses a river
and an empty boat collides with his own skiff,
Even though he be bad tempered man
He will not become very angry.
But if he sees a man in the boat,
He will shout at him to steer clear.
If the shout is not heard, he will shout again, and yet again, and begin cursing.
And all because someone is in the boat.
Yet if the boat were empty,
He would not be shouting, and not angry.
If you can empty your own boat
Crossing the river of the world,
No one will oppose you,
No one will seek to harm you
Yat Pit (meaning “the first stroke” in Cantonese) makes Chinese fashion – but not as you know it. The brand’s founders – Jason Mui and On-Ying Lai – are on a mission to “revive lost Chinese culture” and clothes are their medium.
Based in Hong Kong, the pair like to imagine how Chinese youth might dress if the Cultural Revolution hadn’t taken place. They take cues from traditional Chinese clothes to do so – garments which, from dynasty to dynasty, have maintained a similarly bulky, gender-neutral silhouette. Rooted in their love for and interest in their heritage, Lai and Mui are showing a different side to Chinese style – one that’s far from the West’s orientalist and, all too often, appropriative clichés.
Photography by Ren Hang
Line a 9 x 5-inch loaf pan with plastic wrap. Split the vanilla bean in half lengthwise with a sharp small knife and open it up. Use the knife to scrape out the seeds, where all the wonderful vanilla flavor is. In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the whisk attachment or in a medium bowl using a hand mixer, whip the egg yolks and vanilla bean seeds on medium speed until the yolks have lightened in color and become somewhat frothy, 3 to 4 minutes.
In a medium saucepan, combine the sugar and [1/2] cup water and bring to a boil. Add the orange juice and stir. Transfer to a metal or plastic container that fits in your freezer. Freeze for 3 to 4 hours. Every 30 minutes, use a fork to scrape and mix the granita so it does not freeze into a solid block. It should be completely frozen but still easily spoonable. Cover with plastic wrap and store in the freezer for up to 1 month.
Vanilla Bean Parfait with Orange Granita excerpted from MYERS+CHANG AT HOME © 2017 by Joanne Chang with Karen Akunowicz. Reproduced by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.
(Found on: Design Sponge)
Chinese luxury brand Shang Xia brings together a hand-carved zitan hardwood box engraved with the brand’s logo and playing cards featuring exclusive designs by the Chinese artist Lin Xi, featuring distinctly Chinese symbols like bodhi leaves, red peaches and taihu (scholar’s) rocks.
(Found on: Food Republic)