The Cannes Film Festival was better than the Oscars as it gave me an excuse to leave LA. People think…
‘Here’s to us,’ we clinked our champagne glasses. ‘One whole year together!’ This was the first time in that year…
I could hear music. Phantom music. Music in the background like a soundtrack. It was never perfect or melodic. It…
In the 1980’s Santa began to outsource toy production to sweatshops around the world. By the turn of the century,…
By the first of the month, December, the month of sneezing and shopping; you had moved your cracked, stretched suitcase…
‘Dad,’ she asked me, ‘how do you spell psychopath?’ I pondered for a moment. ‘P-s-y-c-h-o…’ ‘P-s-y-c-o-…’ ‘No, it’s c-h-o-.’ ‘Oh,…
I bought the jacket at a second-hand shop in Cannes. The movie festival had ended and the city was emptying.…
How do they do it? How are they always so careless and free? Running around the playground without a thought…
It was Picasso’s Blue Period. The stretch of time between 1900 and 1904. All his paintings were blue or blue-green.…
My grandaughter called over today, the youngest one. She’s doing her thesis on ‘The Fall of the Free World’. I…