European Food Is Not Making You Thin, Walking Is
There’s a thing Americans say, usually right after a week in Italy, and it goes something like this: European food is just *cleaner*. No corn syrup. No dye number whatever. That’s why nobody over…
There’s a thing Americans say, usually right after a week in Italy, and it goes something like this: European food is just *cleaner*. No corn syrup. No dye number whatever. That’s why nobody over…
The assertion that pro-Palestinian street mobilisation in European cities is organised and financed by Qatar and Turkey is usually made without reference to what open sources can and cannot establish…
I don’t like conspiracy arguments and I don’t make them. When someone tells me a crowd is fake, or that a movement has a single hand behind it, my instinct is that they’ve mistaken agreement for…
Everybody has found Comporta by now. The remarkable thing is that you can’t tell from the road. The drive explains most of it. You leave Lisbon, cross the Sado, and within an hour you’re moving…
Everything in this outfit is deliberately boring except two things, and that is the whole trick. Light-wash high-waisted skinny jeans, a slouchy olive tee tucked loosely at the front, and then red…
Twenty people are standing on a retail pavement with cameras around their necks. Behind them, a shopfront. To the right, a landscaped strip and a railing. They arrived because somebody posted a…
Two figures share a photograph and refuse to share anything else. He stands on the left in a black suit, glasses, mid-sentence, addressing someone outside the frame. She stands on the right in a black…
A dozen people in winter coats stand with their backs to the camera while a guide talks. Above and behind them, eleven or twelve paintings crowd a single wall in two and three loose tiers, tondos…
Eight people stand on a wooden deck above a beach, bent forward at the waist with their hands reaching for their mats. Behind them the sand runs to a flat sea and a pergola with birds along its beam…
Everyone has seen these pictures even if they couldn’t name a single photographer who took them. Bardot barefoot on the quay. A crowd of nobodies in sunglasses outside a café. A car with the doors…