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Myagmarsuren Purev-Ochir

I’ll Kiss Your Other Cheek

ISSUE 94 | GENERATION | FEB 2019

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Image description: A concrete bridge over a frozen body of water. There is a gently-sloping snow-covered rocky mountain in the distance against an ice-blue sky. Some driftwood appears to have formed a circle around the base of one of the bridge's support pillars. Image description: A stack of yellowed books sits on a dark wood or faux-wood table, against the backdrop of a greenish wall. The lighting has a fluorescent quality to it. In front of the stack of books is a small photograph showing an older woman and two children. Behind them in the photo, the wall is draped in a rug or tapestry. Image description: A closeup of a glass display case, in which family photographs and beautiful ornate decorative objects are kept. It's hard to tell what the objects are but among them seem to be candlesticks, Buddha (or other fat man) statues, a statue of liberty figurine, a decorated turquoise ball, and a medium-sized white shell shaped like a conch. Colors of red and gold, with green accents, abound. Image description: Three hands belonging to two people, one older and one younger, all with red nail polish, lie on top of each other atop someone's knee (in beige slacks). It seems to be a gesture of love or togetherness. Warm light suffuses the shot. Image description: Someone in a thick dark brown leather coat stands on (probably) a well-lit street at night. Much of the street, and all of the person's face, are obscured by a cloud of smoke or frost-breath they have blown towards the camera. A silver-colored sedan is visible behind them. Image description: A number of people in a snow-covered city square walk clockwise around a central monument, their right hands resting on the edge of its plinth. Umber and white-colored buildings with curved roofs are visible in the background. The viewer is a considerable distance from the people and the monument, emphasizing how few the walkers are. The sky is white. Image description: Someone with white hair, whose arm is most of what we can see of them, holds an orange cat, who is scrunched up in a ball, up to two ceiling lights. The rest of the shot is dark. Image description: Someone with long dark hair, tinged red in the sun, breathes on their leather-gloved hands as they survey a snow-covered landscape of low houses and tall hills from a high vantage point. The air is ethereally fogged or ice-dusted in the sun. They wear a dark beige coat. Image description: A few oranges, some red and green dirt (or perhaps spices), and scraps of other fruit are scattered on the snow, forming a cryptic pattern. Image description: Pigeons rise in a panic of wings from an a high building's rooftop. The steel-gray sun shines at the viewer through thick haze. There is a tall pole in the center of the deck, and the outlines of a snow-covered city with hills or mountains in the distance can be seen beyond the guard rails. Image description: an older person of indeterminate gender sits at their desk next to a sunlit window. Their face is partially hidden by a microwave on a ledge on top of which a small potted plant sits. An orange cat sits above and behind them and watches them work. Beyond the dirty vertically-hinged panes of glass, the tops of gray buildings can be seen. Image description: The view across a snow-covered courtyard between what appear to be vaguely Soviet-looking apartment buildings in shades of dull red and dull orange. Telephone wires cross the twilit sky, which still holds delicate shades of blue, white, and pink. Low guard rails separate the ice-covered path from the snow-covered grass. To the right, a small metal shelter or pavilion can be seen, perhaps to provide shelter from rain or sun during the summer. To the left, low gray-beige buildings and a few parked cars sit beneath the blush of the sky. Above, in the pale, grainy blue between two telephone wires, a tiny moon shines like a coin.

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