By Sara Bright It’s 110 years today since Edith Piaf was born. That number feels wrong, doesn’t it? It feels too neat. Piaf was never…
On a Tuesday morning in November 2024, I sat in the café of Manchester Art Gallery as a stranger across the table told us she…
By Maria Bregman I was sitting in a café in Soho when the notification pinged. You know the kind. It’s usually something mundane – a…
By Maria Bregman I was reading about Michael Dell this morning. You know, the computer guy. The man whose beige boxes sat on every office…
The 74th Miss Universe pageant, held in Nonthaburi, Thailand, in November 2025, was supposed to be a triumph of global glamour. Instead, it played out…
By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic So, it’s finally done. Or at least, the handshake has happened. On Saturday, while most of us…
By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic I was sitting in a coffee shop in Shoreditch the other day, listening to two screenwriters panic.…
By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic I stuck Alfonso Cuarón’s Children of Men on the TV the other night. I haven’t seen it in years.…
By Sara Bright The Grand Egyptian Museum is opening. The announcement, when it finally came, felt less like news and more like the punchline to…