I don’t think I know enough about the historic camps of Café de Flore and Les Deux Magots on Saint-Germain des Prés in Paris. Both were...

I flew home from Paris on the Norwegian airliner … the one that has the ‘smoke over’ windows. I requested an aisle seat, so I didn’t get...

I can now piece together why I spoke of genocide in #24 — non sequitur — and within the last five minutes I am aware of a particular...

I have never developed a rigid system of note taking. Sometimes I find old notebooks in which I’ve started from the ostensible front with...

There are not any completely gay bars in York, a city of 200,000. I found the Yorkshire Arms listed as friendly and later that night my...

I didn’t officially study film until 2002 when I got back to NYC and enrolled in The New School, and over time took master classes with...

It must have been 2005, the second time I went to FESPACO — the film festival that started in the late 1960s in Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso...

The Brasilian air force will arrive today and Venezuela has offered to help. Media noise blames Japanese visitors for bringing the new...

My father is a horse trainer (among other things). A trained ‘spotted saddle’ horse can be urged up very steep inclines. He neck-reigns...