Random posts

• Your bar: Along with his brother, Haytham is the co-owner of Juniper. Like many Lebanese, he moved back to Lebanon after having lived abroad for many years. He's a Liverpool FC fanatic.
• Dirty Diana: Our eyes locked and he let out a menacing squeak. I lunged at him, and he was gone before I landed. The hunt was on.
• Sunny side up: Lebanese punk band Scrambled Eggs talk about music and the industry, over whiskey and local beer at the iconic Torino, on Beirut's Gemmayzeh Street.
• Monkey seeds revolution: Corporate Lebanon is a repressive, power-hungry world with nary a ray of hope. One monkey fights back!
• Runway comfort: Rabih Kayrouz lets Beirut speak through his designs. He believes that good clothes, like good homes, should be as comfortable to live in as they are beautiful to look at.
• Chalk please!: I know he was being helpful, but I’m neither blind nor stupid; what bothered me the most though, is that I’d actually asked for wine, not wipes.
• Naked classics: Vanessa Nassar threatens to take the violin, and us with it, to new heights. After watching her carry it, I'm a believer.
• Toon out: Armand Homsi has spent the better part of his life speaking out through cartoons. Known mostly for his contributions to An Nahar, he never shies away from speaking his mind.
• Road pigs: The leader of the pack (cue 60s music) raised his hand in a fist, and the procession came to a halt. He dismounted his hog like it was a horse, and walked towards the bunny with the largest bosom.
• Butt feathers: Peahens – like women – are fantastically confused creatures, and as a result have driven their male counterparts to the brink of madness.
• Kung-fu redhead: Somewhere in the mess of neurological pathways I call Karl (when I'm referring to myself in the psychotic third-person) I've managed to equate affection with violence; in other words, if I enjoy someone’s company, I hurt them.