A wander through India’s magnificent Magnetic Fields Festival, as published in the March 2018 print edition of Australian arts/culture mag The Music. Fun life fact: I married my lovely Indian wife on the morning of the festival before road-tripping from Delhi for our honeymoon.
Looking up from the pebble-strewn bank of the Ganga, thundering its sandy brown way from the foothills of the Himalayas through the dark heart of India, the only hint that a site of some cultural significance sits just above its bank is the faintest outline of a domicile crafted from stones much like those you […]
It’s 5:30am and barely a glimmer of natural light illuminate the scene as I follow a trio of German tourists down the staircase of my digs. Bodies are draped over most of the spare surfaces in the lobby. They’re the workers of Puja Guesthouse in Varanasi and our lobby is their home.
It’s 2pm, 35 degrees and somewhere just south of 100 percent humidity in Phnom Penh. The previous five hours had been spent trudging through the killing fields of the Cheung Ek Genocidal Museum, then walking the corridors of the S21 prison camp where so many Cambodians awaited their fate.
Rapid urban renewal is yet to touch the walls of the Harlem branch of the United States Post Office. Tucked away in a tree-lined stretch of W 140th Street, just a few blocks north of semi-thriving 135th between 7th and 8th avenues, the building’s utilitarian façade tells its own tales – more than the executive […]