Simryn Gill and the politics of identity
There is a picture of me in a coconut-bark suit standing inside a moving subway train in Singapore. Not just your average commuter, I am posing as the displaced 'native intellectual' and looking straight at you. Perhaps I am like a deer caught staring at the headlights of an onrushing modernity, or perhaps a postcolonial Narcissus fixated on his own projection.
The suit, created by Simryn Gill, was…