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CB period on my project <strong>an</strong>d I decided to spend the time to unpack <strong>ho</strong>w I employed disidentificatory<br />

strategies using the movie in the mood for love directed <strong>by</strong> Wong Kar Wai <strong>an</strong>d starring Maggie Cheung <strong>an</strong>d<br />

Tony Leung as a source of inspiration. According to theorist José Esteb<strong>an</strong> Muñoz, disidentification are ways<br />

t<strong>ho</strong>se outside the racial <strong>an</strong>d sexual mainstream negotiate majority culture <strong>by</strong> tr<strong>an</strong>sfor<strong>ming</strong> these workings for<br />

their own cultural purposes. It is also something of a perform<strong>an</strong>ce in its own right, <strong>an</strong> attempt to fashion a<br />

queer world <strong>by</strong> working on, with, <strong>an</strong>d against domin<strong>an</strong>t ideology. At this point I would also like to add that<br />

while working on the project, I was able to define my practice which is adopting ways of viewing <strong>an</strong>d creating<br />

with the female gaze as defined <strong>by</strong> theorist Jill Soloway <strong>an</strong>d questioning <strong>ho</strong>w as a cis male I c<strong>an</strong> work on that.<br />

Watching in the mood for love, I was mesmerised <strong>by</strong> Maggie Cheung’s stunningly beautiful, statuesque screen<br />

presence, her hair always worn glamorously up, with discreet droplet earrings <strong>an</strong>d w<strong>ho</strong>se eleg<strong>an</strong>t roof raising<br />

sexy form the camera is wont to follow as she sashays along alleys <strong>an</strong>d into corridors. At the same time I was<br />

smitten <strong>by</strong> Tony Leung’s desperately poign<strong>an</strong>t sensitive face which is at once lined <strong>an</strong>d boyish. I w<strong>an</strong>ted to<br />

embody both of them <strong>an</strong>d partake in w<strong>an</strong>ton mee together with them. What’s between them is a secret liaison<br />

w<strong>ho</strong>se every gl<strong>an</strong>ce <strong>an</strong>d touch has a silent static crackle of tension: not sexual tension precisely, but the<br />

tension of two people w<strong>ho</strong> are consciously duplicating the form of their partner’s adultery, with all the snatched<br />

restaur<strong>an</strong>t meals <strong>an</strong>d meetings in <strong>ho</strong>tel rooms, but forgoing the sexual denouement <strong>an</strong>d refusing to make the<br />

four-cornered puzzle snap into place. They have become siblings rather th<strong>an</strong> lovers, a brother <strong>an</strong>d sister<br />

orph<strong>an</strong>ed <strong>by</strong> the absence of trust, <strong>an</strong>d sustained <strong>by</strong> they own faint odour of incest. (1) Their situation closely<br />

reminds me of my inner self negotiation with my performativity of my gender, the yin <strong>an</strong>d y<strong>an</strong>g within me. There<br />

is a scene where Maggie <strong>an</strong>d Tony playact imaginary scenes of her confronting her husb<strong>an</strong>d. She asks him:<br />

“Do you have a mistress?” And in the end of the playacting, she said “ I didn’t expect it to hurt so much. “ I felt<br />

as wounded as they were as I t<strong>ho</strong>ught of the day I disassociated myself from my yin <strong>an</strong>d that Maggie was yin<br />

confessing her pain to me. Right now, I feel very comfortable of <strong>ho</strong>w I am. to go back sashaying would be<br />

equally blasphemous. But what I think will work is in distilling the essence of what allures me of yin <strong>an</strong>d trying it<br />

on. The slight subtle epaulement of the neck, the coy gl<strong>an</strong>ce now <strong>an</strong>d then, the soft s<strong>ho</strong>ulders h<strong>an</strong>ging down,<br />

softening instead of being hard all the time. Just slightly teasing people’s expectation of <strong>ho</strong>w I s<strong>ho</strong>uld perform<br />

my gender <strong>an</strong>d being confident of growing into myself. Looking back into my child<strong>ho</strong>od, when I was<br />

tr<strong>an</strong>sversing between modes of campyness <strong>an</strong>d mischief boyishness, I remembered buying sailor moon paper<br />

dolls books from the trishaw m<strong>an</strong> uncle that comes <strong>by</strong> my maternal gr<strong>an</strong>dmother’s <strong>ho</strong>use every other day<br />

ringing his bell to sell knick knacks <strong>an</strong>d snacks. I would cut the paper dolls out, <strong>an</strong>d enjoy putting various<br />

clothes <strong>an</strong>d accessories on it. I c<strong>an</strong>’t remember whether I was already then projecting myself onto the dolls but<br />

this memory inspired me to create a paper doll in the mood for love series for this micro residency workbook<br />

to work on disidentification strategies. While cutting the figures from images of Maggie I found on the internet, I<br />

found myself unconsciously moving my body subtly into the pose of the figure I was cutting <strong>an</strong>d felt as if I was<br />

experiencing the same emotion as Maggie as when she was in that pose. Perhaps it was the mirror neurons in<br />

my brain actively working, that created a sort of visual kinesthetic empathy through the physical act of tracing<br />

the figure. If you are interested in a little experiment, I wonder if you c<strong>an</strong> try also cutting my paper dolls while<br />

listening to a playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLp4iqaCrUMYEPTGx0_Rg3aQ6ghAOvrpIk that I<br />

have mixed together. And at the end of the activity, perhaps you c<strong>an</strong> describe to me or imagine me, <strong>ho</strong>w I am,<br />

what I like to wear <strong>an</strong>d project onto me, <strong>ho</strong> <strong>ming</strong> <strong>leung</strong>.<br />

(1)https://www.theguardi<strong>an</strong>.com/film/2000/oct/27/1

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