by Alexander Freeling. There’s a longing at the moment—sometimes joking, sometimes deeply serious—for normality. But was there ever really normality, or do we only invent it by imagining away the...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. A fellow once joined a discussion board to post about a peculiar problem: he always wore out the elbows of his shirts first. I don’t know what he was doing (perhaps his...
by André Larnyoh. Sunglasses do more for your face than just protect your eyes; they give you a new dimension. Rarely finding myself without a pair on hand, even in these chilly and grey days, if...
by Chris Cotonou. Dark suit, black shades, a cigarette, a Triumph sportscar, and the Eternal City in all of its baroque theatre. It has been sixty years since La Dolce Vita (The Sweet Life) change...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. International tragedies have a way of making me sympathetic to the works of Hugo Jacomet. Perhaps his works somehow anticipate the direction the world moves. Recently...
by Daniel Penny. A few years ago, I started contemplating the idea of a big pair of pants. I’m not talking straight cut, or a little baggy--I’m talking voluminous. At first, I rejected this sick...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. “Aye. Looked for It. And I found it. Miles Standish Proud. Congratulate me.” That unmistakable nasal whine. Those lyrics, unforgettable to me after thirty-odd years, n...