On: The Chicago Reader - Chicago designer and LA band Autolux take aim at Trump with a vagina full of rainbows
"Pussy's Dead was written before Trump's victory, but it still feels appropriate now—not just its title but also its haunting, dystopian lyrics and its oppressive atmosphere, which pulses anxiously like a sky full of drones. 'We didn't start a band to hold a torch and do the battle cry,' says Azar. 'But when it starts affecting us all, we can't help it. I'm a female; I experience sexism. I'm from Alabama; I know what racism is like. And when someone rises up and you become really emotionally affected, it's hard not to speak up.'"
"In 1988, photographer Irina Rozovsky and her family were supposed to emigrate from the USSR to Israel, just like many other Jewish families at the time. But they never arrived. Instead, they settled in America, almost on a whim. Rozovsky finally made it to Israel in 2008, and with that visit, she entered the realm of what-if that we all carry at the back of our throats."
"Soon, we’ll no longer have to remember anything. Photographs will tell our lives better than we can recall, and the millions being born now will have nearly every thought, feeling, and image from the very first instances of life captured and accessible on the internet. And slowly, as time carries on, a great portion of these images will become enriched ones, bending to the shifts of change, acquiring meaning, growing and warping into a nostalgia that we didn’t know would find us."