Where he cruised the West Side piers, she cruises Craigslist, finding her encounters there far more anthropological than erotic. In this way, the whole book can be read as a hyperliterate breakup memoir. There are far worse ways to go on the rebound, it turns out, than to get lost in art and a new city. Recent years have seen a flowering of subversive feminist writing on desire. Laing recalls other personal-political mavericks like Rebecca Solnit and Maggie Nelson. There should be a name for this new crop of women evading standard formats and binaries like serious-or-popular, girly-or-macho, ambitious-or-accessible.
Picasso's Depiction of Women by Hannah Cherian. Picasso's first period was his two-and-a-half year "blue period" from to that he spent between Barcelona and Paris. Picasso looked for his subject material in the brothels of Paris, and frequently visited women's prisons that provided him with free models. All of the characters in these works are lonely and sad, almost desperately so.
T owards the end of last year, I published an essay about my vulva — in a book, and then in the Guardian. I felt a deep sense of shame about my body, which over time became crippling. In a book and accompanying film for Channel 4, she tells the stories of women and gender non-conforming people through portraits of their vulvas. One was about female genital mutilation. Vulvas are rarely seen outside porn and childbirth, which Dodsworth puts down partly to their position on the body.