Mr Ulster | Belfast, Northern IrelandGrateful for this article highlighting Bending Spoon's modus operandi. While I recognise the improvements they brought to Evernote, their destruction of the Komoot team was pretty ruthless, beautifully reflected in this heartfelt video made by the redundant staff: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qLJkK4Wn1HI And post-acquisition, Komoot isn't so compelling; here the community vibe added value that is now... Continue Reading →
On the rooftops of Egypt’s capital, photographers reclaim the urban landscape. By Ismail Fayed Cairo Bats, Act 1: The Roof (Downtown), 2015 © Cairo Bats Setting: A rooftop that looks like a spacecraft. A glowing staircase with orange light. A repository of clutter. A jungle of satellite dishes. Figures appear. Women dressed in black pose within scenes of their own creation.... Continue Reading →
The photographers reclaiming Cairo’s rooftops
On the rooftops of Egypt’s capital, photographers reclaim the urban landscape. By Ismail Fayed Cairo Bats, Act 1: The Roof (Downtown), 2015 © Cairo Bats Setting: A rooftop that looks like a spacecraft. A glowing staircase with orange light. A repository of clutter. A jungle of satellite dishes. Figures appear. Women dressed in black pose within scenes of their own creation.... Continue Reading →
On the rooftops of Egypt’s capital, photographers reclaim the urban landscape. By Ismail Fayed Cairo Bats, Act 1: The Roof (Downtown), 2015 © Cairo Bats Setting: A rooftop that looks like a spacecraft. A glowing staircase with orange light. A repository of clutter. A jungle of satellite dishes. Figures appear. Women dressed in black pose within scenes of their own creation.... Continue Reading →
A father and son have created a centre of culture and pride in the territory Abdel Mohsen Al-Qattan and his son, Omar Al-Qattan © David Sandison October 18, 2016 by: Ferry Biedermann in Ramallah and London Neither as iconic as nearby Bethlehem, nor as evocative as some of the other Old Testament cities on the... Continue Reading →
Patrons of Palestine
A father and son have created a centre of culture and pride in the territory Abdel Mohsen Al-Qattan and his son, Omar Al-Qattan © David Sandison October 18, 2016 by: Ferry Biedermann in Ramallah and London Neither as iconic as nearby Bethlehem, nor as evocative as some of the other Old Testament cities on the... Continue Reading →
A father and son have created a centre of culture and pride in the territory Abdel Mohsen Al-Qattan and his son, Omar Al-Qattan © David Sandison October 18, 2016 by: Ferry Biedermann in Ramallah and London Neither as iconic as nearby Bethlehem, nor as evocative as some of the other Old Testament cities on the... Continue Reading →
A father and son have created a centre of culture and pride in the territory Abdel Mohsen Al-Qattan and his son, Omar Al-Qattan © David Sandison October 18, 2016 by: Ferry Biedermann in Ramallah and London Neither as iconic as nearby Bethlehem, nor as evocative as some of the other Old Testament cities on the... Continue Reading →
A father and son have created a centre of culture and pride in the territory Abdel Mohsen Al-Qattan and his son, Omar Al-Qattan © David Sandison October 18, 2016 by: Ferry Biedermann in Ramallah and London Neither as iconic as nearby Bethlehem, nor as evocative as some of the other Old Testament cities on the... Continue Reading →
It is winter in New Orleans, and my mother is dying. As I sit at her bedside, on the verge of being overcome with grief, I try to distract myself with work. I’ve been asked to write about the great Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer John H. White: his pictures, his legacy, and his famously unique spirit.... Continue Reading →
It is winter in New Orleans, and my mother is dying. As I sit at her bedside, on the verge of being overcome with grief, I try to distract myself with work. I’ve been asked to write about the great Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer John H. White: his pictures, his legacy, and his famously unique spirit.... Continue Reading →
The double-consciousness of John H. White
It is winter in New Orleans, and my mother is dying. As I sit at her bedside, on the verge of being overcome with grief, I try to distract myself with work. I’ve been asked to write about the great Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer John H. White: his pictures, his legacy, and his famously unique spirit.... Continue Reading →