Alphabet Sambar meets are always a pleasure. But getting up on a Sunday morning when the weather is so meh (rainy! cloudy!) needs all the willpower I can muster. So on this grey morning, I decided to ask colour to play sunshine to my mood. And I went ranger. Here’s…
Can we separate filmstars from their politics? The medium has a pervasive impact on society and actors enjoy unprecedented privilege. Do they not owe us ethical guidance of that thought?
Sundays are Alphabet Sambar days and this Sunday brought the kind of sunny weather that I’ve been craving for weeks. I also recovered from a bad acidity/migraine attack the previous day and was feeling positively buoyant. So I took the sunniest colour I could find – orange – and painted…
There is always a sizeable number of people who have no interest in what’s going on. Are they really so many people who don’t know what to do with their time?
Alphabet Sambar Sunday is a chance to bring out the citrus.
This great myth of the tortured artist, the starving writer, the moody creator needs to be debunked once and for all.
“It was rebellion. Just like every other generation.”
…is the name of a book by the guy who wrote ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. I happened to mention what an amazing title that was and what a shitty book it turned out to be. My AlphabetSambar peeps suggested we reclaim it by writing something else around it. And…
Surviving in style is for the strong.
He’s an artist of reality. He shootsseconds after the shutters clickwhen people aren’t posing anymore. Only with his eyes.