Author Archives: Natalia Antonova

Keep Istanbul weird

I’ve decided that I highly recommend seeing a strange city through the prism of something like a film festival when you first arrive. You can begin to contend with it then. It was because of the film festival that I didn’t find it strange when a beautiful woman drinking coffee from a disposable cup parkedContinue reading “Keep Istanbul weird”

Way down south

… From Kiev, that is – and Istanbul, as I always suspected, is just as glorious in May as Kiev is. It’s a different gloriousness – calmer, I think, less tragic (but tragedy is endemic to natives anyway – a foreign spring always feels gentler, it results in possibilities, as opposed to memories). Now IContinue reading “Way down south”

Childbirth is not an abstraction. Why do I even need to point this out?

This refers to an interview I gave earlier – one that, I hope, won’t be published, because it was all kinds of whack. Let’s just say that it was for a Scandinavian publication that bills itself as women-oriented. The person who interviewed me is welcome to respond in the commenting section, but something tells meContinue reading “Childbirth is not an abstraction. Why do I even need to point this out?”

Here’s a random, cute picture of Lev

Since I haven’t yet figured out how to tackle the interview I recently gave (not the Forbes one, let’s just say that this was for an ostensibly feminist publication for now), or what to make of it, really. Daddy bought Lev a wheel that lights up and makes music. When I’m not with the twoContinue reading “Here’s a random, cute picture of Lev”