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Random posts
- Deserts ahoy: We’re not built for sudden changes. When my ancestors travelled they spent weeks preparing ropes and mounts; I packed clean shorts into a small bag and walked through metal detector after detector.
- Meen meen?: Meen are the definitive Lebanese anti-band, and while their lyrics are obscure and sometimes outright silly, you can't help but be moved by their music.
- Drob frem: Frem's F1 prototype, his first step towards a life-long dream, is set to open the doors for the Lebanese car-making industry and prove that we too can create.
- My darling valentine: Ask me anytime, and I’ll argue the merits of bachelorhood with the eloquence of Arabian philosophers and the conviction of pack-mules; any time, except around Valentine’s.
- Grass and kufta: Somewhere in my late twenties I joined the Time Out family, and within a year I had built a mental database of cheeses, meats, oils, herbs and plenty of things that I’d never before let into my stomach.
- In the stars: With her book breaking all local sale records, I revisit Maguy Farah to see what all this astrology business is about.
- Manic Manicure: Saturday night isn’t about consuming as much alcohol as possible before passing out. Preposterous I thought, but the magazine made me follow a social princess around for a day and find out.
- Ziad dit ca: Creator of West Beirut and Lila Dit Ca, Ziad Doueiri is one of the founders of modern Lebanese film. Just don't use that term around him.
- E-lust: We live in a world larger than our egos, and understandably want to shrink it into manageable screens. And wouldn’t it just be lovely if our social lives were really servants of mice and keyboards?
- Naked Beirut: Creator of the first Middle Eastern erotic magazine, Joumana Haddad flirts with danger, and danger flirts right back. Ten seconds with her and you'll see why.
- Cotton candy: Zena el Khalil doesn’t create; she reacts to Beirut. Take the mind of a war-child, mix in the memories of an immigrant, and season with pink. Lots and lots of pink.
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