Whatever (or whomever) we lose, we must lament and later mourn, commemorate and acknowledge. Whatever lessons history teaches us, let’s at least agree, there are lessons that need to be learnt, that we can’t let our histories simply fade.
The Hidden Histories Read More »
I’ve been called various things throughout my 39 years.
At school I was called ‘Pinocchio’, ‘Igor’ (the character in cartoon, ‘Count Duckula’) and ‘Gonzo’ and various other nicknames, owing to my prominent nose. I now plan to reclaim my family past, reclaim my name from its early 20th century past. I’m coming out as Andrew Kaufman.
What’s in a name? Coming out as Andrew Kaufman Read More »
it is very difficult to be open and to protest loudly when living under the most intolerable and oppressive forms of government. I can’t criticise those who remained silent. What I can criticise is those who remain silent now, who still repeat when it’s put to them, ‘why not remember the victims of the past?’ – “these things are better left in the past”.
The silence of others Read More »
I can walk for hours through surprise city squares. There’s the gems I mentally store away for future visits: the Horniman’s museum and gardens, and there’s Charles Dickens’ house, not far from Great Ormond Street – how come I’ve never visited? There’s the new Everyman at King’s Cross – when will it be safe to visit? Questions that enjoyably buzz around my head.
The varied delights of London town *and some horrors Read More »
Nothing seemed especially different that day, except perhaps the dissonance between the honeyed glow of the sun in people’s smiling faces and the intuition none of us could afford to be complacent.
With a bit of perspective Read More »
This is pretty fucking shit. But we can all help each other to try and make it a bit less shit. Less judgement. More kindness.
…tips, reflections, helplines. Read More »
I revelled in the Smoking tuxedos that Yves Saint Laurent designed, but wondered what, if anything, the great master thought of the French-Algerian war that raged as he made it to the big stage.
Cultural forays and Yves St Laurent Read More »
The significance of Hannukah was lost on me as a boy, even years later, when I watched Ross Geller dress up as an armadillo to impress upon his and Rachel’s son how important the festival is!
Moroccan mellahs and armadillos Read More »