Alarming news emerges from the Edinburgh Fringe Festival: not only yellowface but now BLACKFACE is okay in its theatres, marking a throwback to majorly less enlightened times. Three young east Asian women, Julie Cheung-Inhin, Emily Siu-see Hung and Anh Chu, were put through the grinder this week, when they went to see Beijing Cake, a […]
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Or learn how to pimp your prose. Legendary author and journalist Charles Shaar Murray’s excellent Hothouse Project “Journalism as Art and Craft” writing classes return to north London in September for eight weeks. CSM has been dubbed “the rock writers’ rock writer” and has accumulated a wealth of knowledge over his four decade career which
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I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of white women in the left who offered me warmth and support as a sister while I was an activist. So it is with pleasure that I see one black American feminist, Mikki Kendall, stirring it up with the brilliantly exasperated Twitter hashtag, #solidarityisforwhitewomen. I recently attempted
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MINI REVIEW: Steampunk aesthetics and the history of cinema: what could go wrong? I watched Martin Scorsese’s Hugo last night and, although the visuals are stunning (I’d have loved to have seen this in 3D) the script was one of the worst things ever. Snobby middle-class preciousness (the cute kids with Rank starlet accents nearly
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Bwa-ha-ha! We laugh at your puny landscapes. THIS is what I call landscape. No, it’s not a painting, no, you’re not on drugs (well, maybe you are, but that’s not the cause of this particular retinal explosion). It’s a world apparently made of bubble gum and sherbet, and it is in south-west China at Zhangye
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Don’t ever accuse me of being behind on the news. I’ve been keeping up with the momentous event via regular reports from The Onion, and very grateful I am too. Otherwise I might have missed it. As poet laureate of Hackney (I’ll arm wrestle you for the title), here’s the first draft of my offering.
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