Random posts

• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Whither thou goest: They stared at each other for a long time, him through the mask and her through a wispy cloud of existential angst. Whatever magic they shared was absolutely lost on me.
• Cats in heat: The way cats go about the mating dance leaves little wonder why the species never got around to developing real societies
• Damn the stage: Rabih Mroue believes that Lebanese theater is a thankless, sadistic mistress; and success takes time and plenty of passion. Not to mention an aversion to money.
• 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.
• Call me Jack: “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in; not by the hair on your chinny chin chin?”
• Stir the pot: Painter and teacher Ghada Saghiyeh has a bone to pick with Beirut. I take a look behind the muted, angry art and into outspoken, angrier woman.
• 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.
• Emergency Edit: Dear Loser,[Chris]!!!: This Emergency Edit comes courtesy of the famous ‘You make me touch your hands for stupid reasons.’ Follow the link to hear a dramatic reading of this letter; it'll help you appreciate my work.