By Maria Bregman, writer and film critic To adapt a national epic is to walk a tightrope. On one side lies the abyss of slavish…
By Maria Bregman Language has always been a fluid, evolving entity, but the recent additions to the Cambridge Dictionary feel less like a gentle current…
By Sara Bright There is a moment, somewhere around the eighth week of summer, when a collective cultural fever breaks. It is a fever contracted…
By Sara Bright At first glance, the pairing seems unlikely. A Catalan architect whose buildings erupt from the earth like living organisms; a Russian mystic…
There is a precise moment when a building crosses the threshold from architectural landmark to derelict shell. For the Bernat Klein Studio, a Category A-listed…
There is a certain kind of light that exists only in the early hours of the morning, after a night of profoundly inadequate sleep. It…
By Sara Bright We have a habit of treating art as a form of decoration. We see it as a beautiful, profound, or challenging commentary…
By Sara Bright The Ghosts We Keep The wind that scours the rural Irish landscape in Conor McPherson’s play The Weir is more than just weather. It…
By Maria Bregman, writer and literary critic Of all the great texts in the canon of political thought, Niccolò Machiavelli’s The Prince remains the most radioactive. To…
When Steve Martin stood before stadium crowds in the late 1970s, wearing an immaculate white suit, a novelty arrow through his head, and declaring himself…