“I had studied previous photographic work on Chernobyl, and so I was prepared to see mutations.”
Imagine, for example, a retelling of The Lord of the Rings that portrays, in excruciating detail, how Sam shouts “Me go and see Elves and all! Hooray!” and proceeds to burst into tears.
The earnestness of this day is a reminder of the crises and failures of the last twenty years – so it must be smothered in roses and champagne. Marx and Engels had us all bamboozled, as it turned out.
It seems fairly obvious that FC Zenit is aware of the ramifications of discriminatory behaviour among its fans. Why is sexism getting a free pass?
Well, I wouldn’t tell anyone to “go to hell” if I was indifferent to them either – but it doesn’t mean I’m madly in love.
Young women and men in the former Soviet Union are encouraged not to be too clever nowadays – if you want to write, stick to writing for the tabloids. Anything more profound can get you killed.
You’ve seen them, the glossy cards with some absurdly hot girl dancing beside some text. These cards invariably have some pants-wettingly cool way of saying that you can be 18 to party, but you have to be 21 to drink.
Although the Chernovetsky/Tymoshenko incident is small when compared with the present energy scandal, it illustrates an important point: the political crisis in Ukraine is having very real repercussions.
Do you know what happens when I shimmy my hips and wave my hands around to the beat? My friends trap me under a bed sheet and beat me with socks full of quarters.
Before he died, Tupac Shakur once sang that “although it seems heaven sent, we ain’t ready to see a black President.” One can imagine Tupac smiling right now.