The bleeding heart of the Bauhaus
All art begins as revolution and ends as kitsch. Is this the lesson of the Bauhaus? It’s at least one plausible, although not necessarily charitable, interpretation of the school’s evolution,…
September, 2018
Dancing on Linnahall
It’s warm, but cold. The sun is shining but a cold wind is blowing. I can’t be certain if I’m wearing the right attire, but considering I’m wearing shorts and…
Unraveling Anthony Bourdain’s Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
It should be noted that my reasons for reading this book were two-fold. First and foremost, I wanted to honor the death of the man who authored this book by…
Arrivals
I met Justine on Tinder when I was in Nice. It didn’t take us long to work out a date, and when we met, I knew we were going to…
Life is good (if you don’t watch the news)
If you absorb even a little of the negative opinion circulating in the information ether these days, you may be forgiven for thinking that we’re all trapped in an elevator…
Devolution Review Interview: Dejan Tiago Stankovic
I suppose that when writing interviews, it’s customary to begin with a terse biographical introduction of your guest; who they are and where they come from sort of thing. I’m…
Existence Above Individuals: Disentangling Dugin’s ‘Fourth Political Theory’ and Rage Against Postmodernism
In western political philosophy, the name Aleksandr Dugin elicits images of muscular, Russian-speaking thugs of the underworld, beating opponents into submission. He is known as the Kremlin’s philosopher, Putin’s brain,…
Khachapuri and Rave
I have no idea who the people next to me are. I can’t see anything but the outline of humans. I can smell them. The dancing heap of dissolute egos.…
Popcorn, Shiny Floors
She is on her knees, her hands dropped on her lap. The tiles are grey and dirty under her skin. She knows the cracks on them by heart. Mr. Wong…
The fantastic journey: A review of Bruno Schulz
I stow my suitcase atop a wardrobe when I’m not travelling. No matter where or how long I’ve travelled, I always return it to the same place. There’s no rigorous…