I don’t paint nearly as often as I’d like to or should, particularly when I’m travelling. Being pressed for time – or, more often, sheer laziness/the social media sinkhole – gets in the way. But every time I do, I find that it intensifies an experience. There’s something about capturing a place you’re passing through or a fleeting moment within the pages of a sketchbook that feels both personal and indelible. Continue reading “Travel Sketches: From Paris to Bali”
Last month, as the world gathered to watch France and Croatia battle it out on the football pitch, sports bars and restaurants across certain districts of Istanbul remained deserted. For millions of Turkish people, the highlight of that Sunday was not the 2018 World Cup final. Continue reading “In Photos: Massive July 15th Rally in Istanbul”
There was something about monsoon evenings that Philip Thomas couldn’t put his finger on. The staccato drum of the raindrops on the roof, thunder rumbling overhead, the wind caressing his face with cold spray: it was paradise, or so he believed. And that called for a drink. Continue reading “This Half of the Tale [Guest Post | Fiction]”
Split, Croatia. April 2018.
The bus made its way from Mostar to Split, halting at a nondescript gas station on the way. I had a cappuccino that – like every other cappuccino I’ve had in the Balkans, dark and intense – was far too strong to drain.
The usual fare of coffee and impossible-to-evade secondhand smoke. Continue reading “Sunset in Split”