Mexico

Lucinda Everist

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This travel photography series documents how Lucinda Everist, and us as viewers, occupy and observe foreign spaces. With a focus on bold structure and unfamiliar color palettes, we visit Mexico City along with the artist.

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Yolk began as an electric conversation around a picnic table in Saint Henri Square.

Our scruffy pioneer and present prose editor had previously approached each of us with an idea, a vision: We would establish our own literary magazine in Montreal. And so it was, or so it would be. After that original encounter, eight individuals devoted to the word resolved that they would gather bi-weekly, on Sundays, and bring something new into this busy, manic world—something that might slow its spin down somewhat and cause its patronage to say: “You know what, it ain’t so bad, is it, Susan?”

We are undergraduate, graduate, and graduated students of writing. Some of us learn our craft formally from accomplished authors in seminar courses, and some of us learn by looking out the window of the world and onto the streets that sing below. Some of us learn from screaming squirrels, old curtains, departed grandfathers, and bowel movements. We learn from old lovers, long winters, imperfect mothers, and from the deep internet where a musical genius remains entombed.

Yolk is cold floors on Sabbath mornings, home-brewed ginger beer in the endless afternoon, and downpours of French-pressed coffee in assorted artisanal mugs. Our first official gathering was scheduled for a duration of two hours; most of us remained for six, departing only to attend to the summons of our own beckoning realities. Together, with time suspended, we talked endlessly of contributing something to disrupt Montreal’s literary ecosystem. Something unparalleled, something true.

But what? There was nothing to discuss. There was everything to discuss.

We volunteer our time, hounding some elusive beast composed of combustible words and works. We are hopeful, truly hopeful, that we can give something new, a new way, a new light, and that if we cannot, we might at least uphold the traditions of our predecessors, cast star-wide nets to capture their echoes. We are a thousand decisions. We are a sanctuary for the orphaned word, the solitary writer, the cereal-eating artist who yearns for company, for the comfort of a like mind; we sit together with them at foggy dawn, it rains a baptism, with our arms and hands intertwined, we form an umbrella—underneath, they scribble madly, the perfect picture.

Yolk in no way presumes to be superior to its contemporaries, but its contemporaries should not presume yolk to be anything other than loud—quite, quite loud. We are yippidy jazzed to address the oh-so-technicolorful magnificence of the human experience, but we are prepared also to address the ugliness, to stare at its wet, hairy snout and into its square depth and to roar in return at the things that yearn to devour our skin, beset our ethos, and dig graves in our own backyards.

There’s so much to say, there’s so much we don’t know, but together, with you, we can placate that ignorance, render it peaceful, tolerable, and perhaps even, fucking beautiful.

And Susan says, “Amen.”

Lucinda is a Melbourne-based fashion student who has spent the past 9 years working in the industry on a range of different shoots for Melbourne-based brands. In 2019, she spent a year away from work, studying New York and Mexico City while documenting her trip and the things around her that caught her eye.

Growing up, Lucinda really enjoyed looking at the film photos her dad stored from his childhood, and really wanted to keep that alive within her generation and possibly the one beyond that. When travelling or with friends, she likes to capture what happened through film. Lucinda generally looks for repetition in colours and shape, with a focus on clean angular lines in architecture.

Photograph by Lucinda Everist

Photograph by Lucinda Everist

Photograph by Lucinda Everist

Photograph by Lucinda Everist

Photograph by Lucinda Everist

Photograph by Lucinda Everist

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Lucinda is a Melbourne based fashion student who has spent the past 9 years working in the industry on a range of different shoots for Melbourne based brands. In 2019 she spent a year away from work and study in New York and Mexico City documenting her trip and the things around her that caught her eye. Growing up, Lucinda really enjoyed looking at the film photos her dad stored from his childhood and really wanted to keep that alive into her generation and possibly the one beyond that. When travelling or with friends, she likes to capture what happened through film. Lucinda generally looks for repetition in colours and shape, with a focus on clean angular lines in architecture.