FALLOUT BY STANISLAVA PINCHUK

by Ariadna Zierold

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Tokyo and Melbourne based Stanislava Pinchuk aka Miso is a Ukraine-born artist that  practices an interesting sort of bartering economics – when she does her trademark minimalistic and meaningful tattoos for her friends, they pay with goods or favors, not money.

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In her most recent series “FallOut” Miso explores the changing topography of the Nuclear Exclusion Zone in Fukushima, Japan through a series of pin-hole drawings, inspired by fishnets she saw strewn on the ground when visiting the site.

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Ramen: A Photographic Journey

Posted from The Citrus Report

This journey through the images of Ramen does not come with a story like that of Bob’s Pho, but simply a message of warmth and comfort on this very cold day. Imagine yourself slurping up hot noodles, (it’s actually necessary to enjoy the full flavor of the ramen), and sinking your teeth into juicy pork, or shiitake mushrooms in our case. Feel nourished, satisfied, happy. Go find yourself a little Ramen tonight and see if the world just doesn’t feel as bad as it seemed before.

We can tell you one story… in a moment of potentially break down and “slightly losing it” whilst in Japan, sitting in an airport in Tokyo and really wanting to buy a Murakami novel in Japanese but obviously would just have it as a souvenir because we don’t read said language, needed to eat and hadn’t sleep in 4 days. In that moment, this author went to look for the only thing he could point to at the waitress and not have to have another awkward and hopeless conversation. What this author pointed at was Vegetable Ramen, because this was all we had in us to point at. And what we got in front of us when the waitress brought back our bowl of hot, cleansing soup was a Pork Ramen, not even close to the Ramen we pointed at in terms of where the two were placed on the menu. In fact, the waitress probably didn’t even see where we pointed at because we had been mumbling to her in English.

We ate it anyway. —The Citrus Report Staff

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