Sophie Kemp

2 weeks ago | vogue.com | Sophie Kemp |Daniel Arnold |Julia Sarr-Jamois

It is the beginning of May, one of the first truly beautiful weeks of the year. I put on a light jacket that buttons all the way to my neck. I’m in a little red box like a fishbowl, all done up in dim lighting. An open bar. I am wearing a see-through dress that was made before the Depression—hand-stitched, short-sleeved, with little blue ribbons on the skirt. I take a sip of my wine, a cheap red blend. The party spills onto the streets. Everyone around me is smoking.

3 weeks ago | thepointmag.com | Sophie Kemp

2018, Germany. A bungalow, with anthracite walls and a flat roof. Jerome Daimler’s parents purchased it. They’re divorced now. He lives there alone. The light outside is always muted, gray with little pockets of soft blue. He is constantly renting Teslas, and driving them down the A66. He plays Discover Weekly Spotify playlists via Bluetooth technology. He was born in 1982 and designs websites, which he considers an art form. He lives outside of Frankfurt, in Maintal, where he grew up.

1 month ago | joylandpublishing.com | Sophie Kemp

Our husband’s home looked just like this:Wood paneled walls but they are orange. A green rug. A Tiffany lamp, with the motif of a lily. The building was A-frame, set back in a large and pleasant wood. Here you have Red Pines. Here you have Eastern Elms. Here you have the one called Sequoia. We liked sitting on the deck in white Adirondack chairs. That’s where the view was best. Not of the forest, vast and deep, but of his car coming up the long gravel driveway.

2 months ago | nytimes.com | Mariam Rahmani |Sophie Kemp

"Liquid: A Love Story" and "Paradise Logic" follow young women searching for love, while commenting on the state of modern romance. LIQUID: A Love Story, by Mariam RahmaniPARADISE LOGIC, by Sophie KempThe unnamed narrator of Mariam Rahmani's "Liquid" - a wry, mercurial book about the horrors of being "on the market," both in romance and in academe - is an Iranian-Indian American scholar whose work, which critiques the concept of companionate marriage, is the center of her life.

2 months ago | pitchfork.com | Sophie Kemp

Dan Bejar is a master of apocalyptic absurdity. In his work, unbearable heat is parrot weather. The Renaissance painter Tintoretto becomes shorthand for being dumb. “Crimson Tide” might be a reference to the Alabama football team and to blood and how it drips out of your body. As Bejar explains it, a crimson tide is also a lazy river, a vulture eating off the floor, “a circus mongrel sniffing for clues.” Over the past three decades, Bejar has built up a whole register of these images.