THE HUMAN ATLAS DISPATCHES I am sitting in Place Clémenceau in Vence, France. To my right, the Mairie of Vence (Mayoral office) — that canary yellow building, the colour of something both official and optimistic — faces the small church where Chagall built his mosaic. I’m at a cafe table Read more
Entering the Soane’s, you’re immediately engulfed by a visual tempest — a staggering accumulation of art, artifacts, and plaster casts squeezed into three adjoining London townhouses. There’s not a patch of bare wall or a breath of empty space. From floor to ceiling, every crevice groans under the weight of […]
Once a Eurovision cynic, I walked out of ABBA Voyage stunned, converted, and grateful for the wake-up call. About 49 years ago, in Tokyo, I first heard ABBA. I wasn’t impressed. Eurovision pop felt too sugary for my taste — bubble‑gum melodies piped into elevators or blasted in arenas where […]
I am a lone traveler and have been my entire life. When the opportunity arose to return to London after a hiatus of two decades (way too long), I jumped on it. The main reason for going was to attend the world premiere of The Hunger Games stage adaptation – I’m a […]
I’ve always been drawn to the hidden language behind the visible — the carved sign above a doorway, the ceremony that marks a passage from one state of being to another, the geometry that claims to hold the key to order in a chaotic world. My lifelong fascination with symbology […]
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude… I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit.”—Henry David Thoreau, Walden Hydra […]
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