Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Kindred Times and Future Goodbyes

A few weeks ago, I went to an abandoned shell of a building in Tel Aviv to cover a show called “Kindred Times and Future Goodbyes” for Juxtapoz Magazine.
It was put on by arguably the best artists in that town’s street art scene – Know Hope, Klone, Zero Cents, and Foma.
Know Hope put me [...]

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

Iran. June 2009.

The height of post-Iranian Election fervour. As thousands of pro-reform demonstrators took to Iran’s streets asking where their votes went, one man went on a solitary journey along Tehran’s avenues pasting and painting hundreds of his own questions.
A1one, the street name for a Tehran-based street artist, erected over 400 pieces on the day the [...]

Friday, July 24th, 2009

Using the Holocaust to Sell Double Glazing?

With adverts like this for Israeli telecommunications company cellcom, you might as well be.
Or am I being overly moralistic about this?
The tag line at the end says “After all, we’re what are we all after? Just a bit of fun.”

Activists in the West Bank village of Bi’lin staged their own mock advert where the rest [...]

Friday, June 19th, 2009

Khameni on the Streets?

The other day I spoke with a former colleague based in Tehran. Someone with a knack for getting stupid foreign journalists out of Iran’s more logistical minefields. She’s had to switch phones regularly to avoid having his mobile connection blocked. It’s the first time I’ve spoken to her since election day.

“It’s going to be difficult [...]

Wednesday, December 31st, 2008

Palestinians Are Losing the PR War

“Your coverage of the Gaza Holocaust continues to appear biased. How can you be so cruel? don’t you have children yourselves? Why do you carry on giving the Israel officials airtime and refuse similar time to Palestine officials? What about interviewing doctors/ UN Officials/ journalists in Gaza? Why have you not tried to send someone [...]

Monday, December 29th, 2008

Police Get Shirty At London Gaza Protests

“If you don’t move, we’ll move you!”
“Press!”
The line of fluorescent yellow police officers pushed. A sea of bodies wavered, toppled, then crashed on the Kensington street.
“Angela!!!” I was holding on to the tripod. The camera and cameraman had long since vanished to another part of the steadily advancing police line. I grabbed Angela’s red-coated [...]