Giving a friend some tips about travels to Turkey: Don’t miss the library at Ephesus.
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Experts say the statues appear to have been looted around 1970, about the time federal prosecutors say another statue, of a mythic warrior figure, was also removed from Koh Ker. That statue was pulled from auction at Sotheby’s last year after Cambodia asked for its return.
Wow. I never expected this. I just saw this exhibit last year!
One thing about exploring the world is that I often am reminded of how the old colonial world order still remains in parts of our society - case in point - many Western museums have artifacts that are gained by wholesale theft, looting and force, usually greased by corruption and broken regulatory systems in the (often impoverished) countries of origins.
It’s starting to change as the developing world comes out of their doldrum and demands their history repatriated.
It’s inconvenient, but if that means I need to plan an overseas trip to see history in its proper place, then I should value that.
I was in Cambodia some years ago at Angkor Wat. To see the immense edifices still standing vs statues whose heads and limbs were lopped off by looters to make their way into auction houses, private collections and Western museums — it was a huge shock.
I only hope the Cambodian govt can be good caretakers of their history.
missing Vietnam at the moment.
Get a bigger office.
Such a great writer. And hilarious.
Aylin Öney TAN
This is a pretty good visualization for me to figure out where to take the next big trip off the grid. My project to document food history across the Silk Road / Central Asia remains a pretty good idea. Assam and Burma are also interesting places.
Lame attempt at emo metaphor: I have been feeling anxious recently and I think that comes from not being in control of everything and not being able to see around all the corners in ahead — clarity would help; but sometimes when the fog rolls in, it’s time to just stand still for a minute and think about how awesomely beautiful the moment is.
Oh - and California sun? Pretty good for the brain.
Above | Below ; 6:00 pm | 5:25 pm ; Back in the air, again.
New York, it’s been awesome, but we’re stoked to move back to San Francisco.
GPOY aka attempt #12 at a normal portrait.
The pointy building.
I just came back from the Inaugural festivities invigorated. Some quick thoughts.
Mobile phones/cameras were everywhere.
I went with a friend who is probably the only person left alive that does not have a Facebook account. When I asked if he could send me some of his photos later, he replied “Yeah, I’ll send you a Dropbox link”. And on the bus to and from DC, the passengers in front of me were scrolling through… Flipboard. Very Thomas Friedman-esque (ugh), I know, but excited about companies that are making a dent outside of our tech bubble. Oh, “Great shot- see it on Instagram!” was used too many times.
Most important - I was taken aback at the energy and enthusiasm surrounding Barack Obama’s second inauguration, especially from the African-American community. Unfortunately, I’m not used to being around a lot of black people, and my exposure to the community has basically been guys I play ball with, a few friends from college, and random passerbys on the street. This weekend, I saw so many African-American faces: there were families and dads and moms and cute little kids and grandmas and elegant ladies in fur coats and mustachioed men dressed to the nines. Walking among the crowds, everyone was super polite — humor was a universal solution to the congestion and long lines — kind, warm and engaging. It felt like going to church with a few hundred thousand of your super cool aunts and uncles. It felt like being dropped into the middle of picnic that you kind of knew was going on but didn’t really ever participated in.
I think this was a side of African-American community that should be more visible in our culture, where history and families and pride and dialogue all mixed together in warm embrace.
I’m really glad I went. More photos to come!
- Edward Thomas’s “The Other”