“My mother is my enemy. She does not know it, but she is. She is bringing the jihad. She bore me; she trained me. She is my enemy.” ― Frank Herbert, Dune

ELLA PURNELL Photographed by Thomas Whiteside for Interview Magazine, April 2024

JOHN AMPLAS as MARTIN Martin (1977) dir. George A. Romero

Time to die.

Blade Runner (1982), dir. Ridley Scott

paul and alia atreides + dune messiah, frank herbert

There is no measuring Muad'Dib's motives by ordinary standards. In the moment of his triumph, he saw the death prepared for him, yet he accepted the treachery. Can you say he did this out of a sense of justice? Whose justice, then? Remember, we speak now of the Muad'Dib who ordered battle drums made from his enemies' skins, the Muad'Dib who denied the conventions of his ducal past with a wave of the hand, saying merely: 'I am the Kwisatz Haderach. That is reason enough.”

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET AS PAUL MUAD'DIB ATREIDES

corrupted godhood. reluctant false messiah. prophecy as a creeping all consuming malady. does the oracle see the future or make the future? the horror of trapping yourself inescapably on purpose. the chains of destiny dragging you towards the path you are fighting tooth and nail to free yourself from. there never having been a chance to begin with. no other choice to make. but making that choice regardless.

I like Dune: Part 2 PRINTS

misery's a family business.

we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it. the land drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backwards through the glass of every room. i’ll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you? that i would take you there? the splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? we’ve read the back of the book, we know what’s going to happen. the fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left broken in the brown dirt. and then it’s gone. makes you sad. all your friends are gone. goodbye. goodbye. no more tears.

“SNOW AND DIRTY RAIN” BY RICHARD SIKEN

when i say “sad boy/girl hours” i mean i’m thinking about alia atreides at sixteen fucking years old saying,

“i wish i could burn this thing out of me…but i’m sister to an emperor who is worshipped as a god. people fear me. i never wanted to be feared. i don’t want to be part of history; i just want to be loved. and love.”

rulers of the atreides empire

Local siblings too doomed to function

THE HOLDOVERS by CATARINA CAMARGO