January 2009
12 posts
bright copper kettles and shishas with apple →
bright copper kettles and shishas with apple →
Morning in the Medina dawns as a chick unfurling itself from a newly hatched egg. The first small crack runs into the second and then the third, until the fissures become an avalanche of…
Is lucky for you, for the good sex yes? →
Is lucky for you, for the good sex yes? →
I know, I know. I’ve been woefully forgetful when it comes to sharing the delights and amazements of Roma and its followup, the most incredible city in the world and if you’ve never read Carlos…
Guess where I'm headed...? →
Guess where I'm headed...? →
ROMA!!! Ah…La vita e bella… Feminism be damned. I am swanning through piazzas and revelling in wolf whistles like there’s no tomorrow.
how to be lame. →
how to be lame. →
This reminds me of why I hate film collectives. Where to start. Checklist for archetypes and/or motifs employed by pretentious student film makers. Someone,…
Real British →
Real British →
Four days ago, I packed up what was my life in New York and crossed the Atlantic to dwell beneath the grey clouds of London town. In typical fashion, I missed my flight from JFK and had to buy…
This is... →
This is... →
I’m about to catch the train to my old neighbourhood, Sheringham. Anticipate long post by the afternoon.
