Fragments
My cheeks are puffy; my eyes are the eyes of over-fed goldfish.
Reflection
The commercial conundrum: dissolving or embracing queerness
When we’re constantly defining new identities and it’s core to our sense of self to play with these, can’t we be more ambitious for advertising and the narratives the industry is creating?
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…musing and searching for meaning
No one is being levelled up or levelled down; all of us, farmer and financier alike, “are in this together”.
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The world is a narrow bridge
We quickly clambered on board, punched the holes in our tickets and waved goodbye, the salmon-pink sunset enveloping his family as they faded into the distance.
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Storytelling in spring
In Japan, the cherry blossom is appearing. Soon, it will be Easter. A time for rebirth, of sorts. Lets hope we can all feel the promise of better, more colourful times to come.
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Losing your way. Or just finding it.
I don’t know about you, but 2020 has been a strange year so far. I’m not referring to Coronavirus, floods, what’s happening in Iran or any other global events. It’s been a bit stop-start.
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From Kraków to Malagá via Stepney Way
Sometimes, it’s easier to give up. Storm Ciara had blown in. It wasn’t keen for me to fly out. I wanted one thing above all else. I was desperate to return to Spain. Any route would work well enough.
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When the world sends symbols. Or you just start paying attention.
Strange things have been happening. Not so strange I feel like I need to call Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz and Egon Spengler (not forgetting Winston Zeddemore). But, still, strange enough to make me sit up.
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At the ballet? No, one of the best musicals.
There’s something about the immense freedom of watching a good musical that takes me to imaginary worlds. I make no exaggeration when I say a musical directed well fills me with joy.
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A personal reflection on Jewish Morocco
The trip was a poignant poem to Morocco’s Jewish past. Sadly, there might not be so many people in future to recite it; who can remember the history first-hand. For now, there are Berbers, like Omar. He told me to go home and spread the news of this place and how for generations, Jews called it their land.
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