I was looking forward to this trip to Beirut with my best friend Laura Boushnak. It was going to be a work/play vacation and I suppose we did both. We had many ups and one massively disappointing down, but here I want to only remember the pleasant times.
My brother Ahmed recently bought a razor. He didn’t just get it from the Mishref Coop behind my parents’ house. It’s a serious work of art. And he asked me to take it home and photograph it. I am terrified of any sort of blade. I have a phobia (this is grotesque and very specific) of someone slicing my […]
Another trip come and gone. I must go back soon. I must. I need to.
It’s a long trip to London this time and I’m wondering if I made the right decision to stay for this long. It’s just that I’m at a crossroads and need to be here to know exactly how I want to conduct the next few years of my life.
This post is not about Manifesto 13. It’s about this red and black schoolbook that Dalal Al-Nafisi (founder of Manifesto 13) gave me when I visited the art center with Zainab this morning. I do want to go back and do some proper snooping around (unfortunately I’d forgotten my phone this morning. I couldn’t take photos […]
As I was cleaning this morning I was listening to music from my iTunes library. After Alexi Murdoch’s Song For You ended, I heard my voice. I walked up to my computer to see what it was but the recording was untitled. Then I heard someone else’s voice: Simon’s. I had forgotten about these 14 minutes of our time […]
I haven’t posted in ages, I know. But this is the first real chance I get to do it. So I have so much to catch up on.