By Tessa Nolan There is a tedious paradox at the heart of modern culture: the more desperately an artist contorts themselves for our attention, the…
By Sara Bright The West End has always been an ecosystem of calculated sentiment. For every flash of genuine, lightning-in-a-bottle genius, there are a dozen…
The breakfast photograph is dead. Long live breakfast. Let us not mourn the passing of its digital ghost – that poorly lit snapshot of sourdough…
By Sara Bright Jean Marais was a face. Not just any face, but one of the great, heroic faces of 20th-century French cinema – impossibly…
By Maria Bregman, Writer and Film critic There are faces made for posters, for the reassuring geometry of heroism. Square jaws, noble brows, eyes that…
By Sara Bright Our world is built on a lie. A quiet, pervasive, and often dangerous lie. The lie is that the default human is…
When Filippo Tommaso Marinetti’s “Founding and Manifesto of Futurism” blazed across the front page of Le Figaro in 1909, its glorification of speed, machinery, and…
By Sara Bright Forget the tidy itineraries. Forget the city break checklists. To arrive in Istanbul is not to visit a city, but to plunge…
By Sara Bright They were portals. Tucked into wire racks in smoky bookshops or piled high on market stalls, the paperback covers of the 1970s…
By Sara Bright It began, as terror often does, with a polite knock on a hotel room door. A mundane, civilised sound that gave no…