Hanna Moon takes great pleasure in small things.
If she’s enjoying her food, she’ll say so several times.
She has affection for anything ‘humble’, a word she makes good use of.
If her matcha has been done right, she refers to the colour as ‘healthy’.
She loves hotels.
She once sent a 500-word email to a hand soap company with the subheadings 1. Degradable refill pouches, 2. Pricing, 3. Packaging, because she had some opinions that needed airing.
She drives an inefficient electric car which seduced her with its resemblance to a cartoon animal.
She’s highly organised.
She’s an expert at opening onigiri and will open yours for you rather than have to suffer watching you open it yourself.
When she’s laughing, she slaps the person nearest to her on the back, usually me.
She’s always plotting and scheming and working up some plan; since 2014 she has been publishing her own magazine called A Nice Magazine, the last issue of which she travelled to Toyama, Japan to print at a family press run by three generations.
She jumps with fright if you walk into the bathroom while she’s having a shower; if she drops something she gives herself a shock and similarly, screams. I’ve shared with her my theories as to why this might be.
She loves points and vouchers and memberships of all kinds; she once flew to Edinburgh and back in one day without leaving the airport in order to retain her British Airways Club Gold status.
She’s not the tough bitch she presents as; everything makes her cry.
She is Dorothea Tanning’s number one fan, she’s also very keen on Catherine Breillat.
She can be a pain but she’s good at apologising.
She invests objects with anthropomorphic qualities; a thing will make her cry for its smallness or sweetness.
She learnt English by working at a sandwich shop and studying at Saint Martins and in 2018 she had an exhibition with her friend Joyce at Somerset House called English as a Second Language.Â
She has nearly died twice, once of leukaemia, once after a motorbike accident.
She’s a bit of an anarchist; her work is an exercise in emancipating herself from convention.
When she wakes up in the morning the slightly shorter hairs on top of her head stick up like she’s a baby bird.
She crinkles her nose in a way which can express either confusion, pleasure, annoyance, excitement or amusement.
She’s lived in London so long she uses words like ‘peak’ and ‘babes’, and questions of cultural hybridity have thus made their way into her work.
When she has a drink, her cheeks go pink.
She has a reading chair and she finds it hard to read unless she’s sitting in it.
She gets so excited by ideas that she often won’t fall asleep until three in the morning once she gets going on one.
Actually, she loves to work, she thinks it’s a substitute for sex.
She likes to eat as much of the animal as possible; she doesn’t like waste.
She loves women.
She thinks if you only drink tequila you don’t get a hangover.
She’s a perfectionist, but in her work, she is liberated from this drive. She is more concerned with play, experimentation and the plurality of meanings that emerge in the interstices of the image.
She has acid reflux.
Her appetite for art is insatiable. She’s more excited about other peoples’ art than her own.
She’s bossy and stubborn.
She’s always bringing you home a pressie from holiday or a work trip.
She’s a good friend.
She has a tattoo of a peace sign on her wrist.
She experiences genuine excitement when her flat has just been cleaned.
On Christmas she made japchae and kimchee stew for my family, everyone loved it and ignored the turkey.
She’s keen on time efficiency. In 2024 she graduated with distinction from Goldsmiths with an MA in Artists’ Film and Moving Image. She chose the course because it was fifteen minutes away from her flat.
She has two boiled eggs every morning, she’s got a knack for timing them right.
She’s a smartarse.
Above all, perhaps, she gives a wonderful (but vigorous) purlicue massage if you are suffering from indigestion.
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