“Widow Basqiuat was a morbid nickname, given to me by Rene Ricard, many years before Jean-Michel Died”-Suzanne Mallouk How many times have you heard a celebrities dirty laundry screeched from a bitter ex or estranged spouse, with the dark secrets of their tumultuous relationship hollered through a tacky […]
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The Travel Diaries: BERLIN –
Sleepy. Eery. Still. Follow my journey through the artistic hub of Europe.
9th of July 1981 : Dalston Riot. The pink and orange wash of a late summers day hung in the sky. The town, largely populated by a community from the commonwealth, roasts under poor housing and high unemployment. Fumes, that wheeze out from the route master’s exhaust, […]
Britain. Is it me or does anyone else feel a dispirited bitter lull after the referendum? I travelled on the tube yesterday on a wet day, a low hum of Brexit-talk, newspapers with the word broad across it, when a business woman, olive skinned, dark haired, a singing […]
The mid-march evening stood grey and chilly, the raucousness of Ridley road market had vacated; leaving remnants of raw fish, meat, fruit and veg, and skeletons of stalls which were bodied with fabrics and garb. Rusty shutters ,guarding African treasures, lined the street, leaving its occupants dancing ,Special […]