Pink Cloud Tuesday, March 8th
IT’S A COLD MORNING IN MARCH. THE DATE IS DISTINGUISHED BY BEING THE INFINITY SIGN ON ITS SIDE. For March 8TH InternatIonal Women’s Day.
IN OUR HANDS
A red carnation, handed out to all the women of the world from the major squares of our city and other cities.
IN OUR HEADS
The life of Coco Chanel, princess who turned family tragedy to fairy tale, hyperfamous boss who overturned the style of the period and left her own inimitable mark on the 20th century. We remember her once again on the publication of Alfonso Signorini’s bio, ‘Chanel’.
IN OUR NOSES
The scent of cinnamon wafts over everything from a steaming cup of hot salep. Salep, served everywhere from the tiniest pastry stops to the city lines ferries escorted by seagulls...
Declared by the United Nations in 1977, International Women’s Day actually goes back to March 8, 1857, which represents the start of the struggle women waged for their rights. On that day, some forty thousand textile workers in New York City went on strike to demand better working conditions. The police intervened and 129 workers lost their lives in the ensuing fire.
IN OUR EARS
The jangle of beads... First, in the arcades of Beyoğlu, but most of all in Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar. And in the bazaar, most of all in the Tavuk Pazar and on Terlikçiler Sokak, the Street of the Slipper Makers. Everything from gold and silver replicas of local Anatolian jewelry to ethnic jewelry from India, Nepal and Indonesia...
IN OUR EYES
Canvases of Frida Kahlo. A few sentences from La Prensa of July 12, 1953: “For the first time in art history a woman has given voice to issues both public and private of exclusive concern to women in clear language that is raw, absolute, quietly predatory…” March 20th is the last day for the exhibition at the Pera Museum.