Tess Naquet-Radiguet

• Magazine
• United States

Picture a field peppered with wildflowers, tall grass swaying in the wind. A picnic blanket cradles plates of fresh fruit while friends frolic nearby. They collapse on the ground, exhausted but elated, savoring the joy of existing alongside one anoth...

• United States

What a privilege it is to hate. To roil in anger or resentment. What satisfaction it brings us to share our ire with others and hear it echoed or reaffirmed. We feel validated—vindicated even—and, smug in our delusion of consonance, we proceed to...

• Magazine
• United States

Paint me a picture of anguish. Tell me a story of hurt. Make it aching… agonizing. Let it scintillate with tortured tears and sing with cries of pain. Let it reverberate in darkness and bleed through curtains of silence. Let it corrupt innocence, p...

• Europe
• World

Listen closely. A lyrical melody plays softly in the background as a heart-wrenching love story plays out, scenes woven with poetic beauty, profound meaning threaded through each performance. French cinema is an art form above entertainment, a fragme...