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Rabih Kayrouz

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.

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  • My Bin Laden: Charbel Khalil made his name by finding Bin Laden, straightening out politicians and comically dismissing the country's leaders; something he still doesn't regret, even if it almost started a war.
  • Arabic soup: Writer and cultural editor of Al Safir, Abbas Beydoun talks about the effect of war on literature and the Lebanese. I think.
  • Boxed brides: China has an epidemic of single women who don’t want the local life, or the local men.
  • The 5 stages of the angsty woman: What follows is an accurate transcription, with some clarifying side-notes of the notebook I lived in prior to my summer lit examinations. 'twas a stormy summer night...
  • Sketch-a-war: Cartoons are rarely serious, and that's exactly what Mazen Kerbaj counts on. While officials ignore his work, Kerbaj is busy fighting through the funny papers.
  • 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.
  • The gypsy emperor: Michel Elefteriades – guerilla fighter, artist, musician –doesn't even consider himself Lebanese, rather the Emperor of Nowhereistan, a state with no land and where everyone is welcome. Provided they pass the test. Where do we sign up?
  • Bearded bells: A legend in Lebanese theater, Rafic Ali Ahmad buys me a shisha at the notorious Rawda Cafe and talks about his life.
  • Art attack: Sandra Dagher believes people care about art. As director of the Beirut Art Center she tries to walk the walk by bringing art to the masses whilst supporting local talent.
  • 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.
  • Seed of Zicco: Zicco House is much more than just the poetry readings and concerts at the Samra Bar: it's a launch-pad for the country's most prominent movements, and has become a hub for thinkers and dissidents who dream of change.

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