Week in Pictures ’17, Part 4

In retrospect, this week has been a half-conscious attempt at self-care and quiet calm. What is happening in the world — in America, with Trump giving out Executive Orders for all things evil, in Russia, with the Parliament decriminalising domestic violence, in Canada, with a deadly attack on a mosque etc. — is so devastatingly horrible that a need for a safe space, physical and mental, becomes real. To quote my tweet, ‘I never had to work this hard on suspension of disbelief when reading the news before. Fuck this shit.’


Week in Pictures ’16, Part 47

November in Oxford can be bright, but also gloomy and dreary if it is raining, with the cold seeping through coats and wet shoes, inside your pockets, into your soul, until it reaches the embarrassing childhood secrets. To prevent that from happening, the locals have mastered the art of layering, piling on up to four types of tweed. Alternatively, one can plan their route to never stray too far from a pub, which in Oxford comes naturally.


Neat, Clean, Shaved and Sober

Technically speaking, The Big Sleep is Frankenstein’s monster. Published in 1939, it had been assembled by Raymond Chandler out of two short stories: ‘Killer in the Rain’ (1935) and ‘The Curtain’ (1936). That might be the reason why The Big Sleep is not as accurately structured as a Christie novel, famously leaving out the answer to who killed the chauffeur. When Chandler was asked that question by Howard Hawks, whose writing team was working on a film adaptation of the novel, the author replied that he had no idea.