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As France's Towns Wither, Fears of a Decline in Frenchness (New York Times) This article is absolutely spot on. Using the provincial to...

Together, Alone: The Epidemic of Gay Loneliness (Highline) An article that resonated with many of my friends and tweeps this week. Society ...

This is a review for the book by Margot Lee Shetterly that the recent film is based on. What do you do when you have to wait 4h for your d...

Francaises, Francais: et vous qu'est qui vous preocuppe? (Le Monde) As we gear for a presidential election, Le Monde is meeting and int...

A woman wearing lots of fur. Goodbye! Are you from London? How do you say leg in Portuguese? Perrrrna. A man launching himself onto a gro...

Emel Mathlouthi: Kelmti Horra Kelmti Horra became one of the anthems of the Arab Spring, particularly in Tunisia, where protest singer Emel...

A major exhibition of works by Jean-Michel Basquiat is coming to London later this year (at the Barbican), and I thought I ought to lear...

They are back - my weekly highlights. I am not sure why I stopped this list of stuff that grabbed my attention, but I know I found it useful...

#puddle and fire, blue and orange, colours. #curb #sidewalk #city #london #citystreet A photo posted by b (@benjaminlalala) on Nov ...

I guess the overwhelming sensation of 2016 will be that of one's stomach dropping - when you realise you wont make that flight, and then...

Rambling thoughts about Ballet de Lorraine's Unknown Pleasures (part of Dance Umbrella), a performance of five new works by anonymous ch...

Son of Saul is finally here. I first heard about the film during last year's Cannes Film Festival, when I came across this five-star...

Agnes de Mille's Artistic Justice (The New Yorker) I was doing some research on female choreographers for work, and found this really i...

I don't really know what really kept me up until 2.30am.  I was hot.  I  was cold.  I was thinking about the last moments of Harvey M...

I did sleep a good 4-5th of our flight but still I feel well tired here on this couch next to a power socket by gate 43 of Lisbon airport. ...

So in the end there was nothing to fear about today (Sunday), because we said our goodbyes last night instead. After a stunning day of h...

This morning Thamires, sat in the back of the VW Gol we had rented for the day to go around this gorgeous national park, told me how...

It's 6pm and the beach hut we stop at to have dinner has actually closed its kitchen. (Cause it's a Wednesday night I guess?) But th...

So Sunday started scarily with that mugging (see previous post), but it also ended magically - with a visit to our friend Victor's gran...

Things I said I would do if I ever got mugged (you know, the things one says while watching a stressful movie scene): 1. Scream loudly ...