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Philippa Snow
Philippa Snow is a critic and essayist. Her work has appeared in publications including ArtforumThe Los Angeles Review of BooksArtReviewFriezeVogueThe NationThe New Statesman, and The New Republic. Her first book, Which As You Know Means Violence, is out now with Repeater, and she is currently working on an essay collection about famous women.  

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You Don’t Think God Is Sexy?

Film Review

January 2023

Philippa Snow

Film Review

January 2023

On the most literal level, Pier Paolo Pasolini’s elliptical, spiritual-cum-sensual movie Teorema (1968) is about an entire family being driven to distraction by their...

Essay

Issue No. 31

It's Terrible The Things I Have To Do To Be Me

Philippa Snow

Essay

Issue No. 31

Here was a woman who had modelled her life so closely on Marilyn Monroe’s that doing so eventually helped...

She-dog   He wrote to tell me his dog had died I wanted to be her, I wanted him to cry for me, to hug me I fall I stretch my legs The detachment of the spirit is like a sedative Life slips away in a succession of images Streets Nights The danger of passing cars Before dying, the stars give out their last glitter to the puddles     La perra   Me escribió para decirme que su perra murió Quise ser su perra para que me llore y abrace Caigo Extiendo las patas El desprendimiento del espíritu como un calmante La vida se escurre en una sucesión de imágenes Calles Noches El peligro de los autos Antes de morir, las estrellas entregan su último resplandor a los charcos     Wrong   Today I dreamt I dialed any number and you answered I told you I was naked and that someone was after me You told me to hang up, and that nobody would get hold of me You are getting older in my dreams, the snow colours your hair white You are staring at the tired body of a rat unable to make its way through the ice You don’t know whether to push it towards the flakes of death or towards the coffins of snow     Equivocado   Hoy soñé que marcaba un teléfono cualquiera y me atendías Te dije que estaba desnuda y que alguien corría tras de mí Me respondiste que colgara, y que nadie debía alcanzarme Estás envejeciendo en mis sueños, la nieve te dibuja canas Mirás el cuerpo cansado de una rata que no puede hacer camino a través del hielo No sabés si patearla hacia los copos de la muerte o hacia los ataúdes de la nieve

Contributor

November 2018

Philippa Snow

Contributor

November 2018

Philippa Snow is a critic and essayist. Her work has appeared in publications including Artforum, The Los Angeles Review of Books, ArtReview, Frieze, Vogue, The...

Essay

January 2021

An Uneasy Girl

Philippa Snow

Essay

January 2021

Even before Lucie arrives holding a shotgun, we know that the perfect family in this huge suburban house are...

Brilliant Muscles

Essay

December 2019

Philippa Snow

Essay

December 2019

‘Lindsay Lohan’s new film,’ I told almost everyone I spoke to for about two months earlier this year, ‘is about werewolf detectives.’ Nobody seemed...
Evita Vasiljeva, POSTCRETE

Art Review

February 2019

Philippa Snow

Art Review

February 2019

Lower.Green is situated in the unlikely surroundings of a near-dead mall in Norwich. It is not just any mall, but Anglia Square Shopping Centre:...
Gabriele Beveridge, Live Dead World

Art Review

November 2018

Philippa Snow

Art Review

November 2018

Several months ago, I went to a salon so small and so identikit that I do not recall the name, and against every sane...

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feature

April 2017

The White Review Short Story Prize 2017 Shortlist (UK & Ireland)

feature

April 2017

  click on the title to read the story   A Journey Through Famous by Kanye West by Liam...

Interview

Issue No. 1

Interview with Will Self

Jacques Testard

Interview

Issue No. 1

Standing on the doorstep of Will Self’s London home ahead of this interview, last August, I was quite terrified....

feature

Issue No. 1

On the Notoriously Overrated Powers of Voice in Fiction or How To Fail At Talking To Pretty Girls

D. W. Wilson

feature

Issue No. 1

On a Tuesday afternoon in July, not too long ago, a friend of mine struck a pose imitating a...

 

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