We live in an era of image overload. The rise of digital media means we see thousands of images every day. Not all of these stick with us, but for those that do, welcome to ON SIGHT, StAR’s new list of the images we see on the backs of our eyelids after a long day of consuming media.
1. Fallen Idol — Nikki Tran, Culture and Commentary Editor
After reading “Goodbye to All That” in English 91 (yes, I am a cliché), I’ve been obsessed with Joan Didion (re: on her birthday, I wrote a poem: “I ate / a rice cake for you, / Joan.”). I’m pretty sure I love her mostly because she has this black-and-white aura of literary cool that’s out of my reach. We want what we can’t have. Go figure. So when these unseen pics of J Diddy surfaced, I nearly choked on a rice cake because there’s something so dorky about it. The pigtails, the strange pencil grip, the binder in lap. There was a time that I thought Joan was cool to the nth degree, but it seems so long ago.
2. Never Pay Full Price For Fabulous — Oscar Lee
She found a Saint Laurent bag at Marshalls.
3. It’s an Admissions Requirement — Amy Chen
Thanks, Modern Family.
4. Reseeing History — Sophia Laurenzi, Performance Editor
I’d be lying if I said these beautiful faces weren’t stuck in my head always, but this image is especially appropriate for this ~inaugural~ feature because it’s when Washington hires Hamilton right ON SIGHT (but Hamilton wants to fight, not write). On the note of visual weirdness stuck in my brain, it’s gotten to the point where I’m really thrown off by actual portraits of Aaron Burr and his whiteness.
5. Oh, To Be That Goat — Becky Aydin
6. The Hills Are Alive — Nafia Chowdhury
Beyond the horizon, Schwangau, Germany
7. Candy Says — Katie Nesser, Editor in Chief
I’ve been thinking a lot about Roland Barthes’ idea of the punctum, the personally touching detail that makes a photograph compelling. I find myself focusing on Peter Hujar’s photograph of trans woman, Warhol superstar, and inspiration for my favorite Velvet Underground song, Candy Darling, lying on her deathbed. The theatrical, glamorized staging, even as she’s dying, is striking. The rose laying next to her body, both doomed to go lifeless eventually, is what really gets me. She looks ready to grab that stem wistfully and drift off to sleep, ever the model.