
London photo: faded flags
Sun-faded flag bunting, probably left over from the Queen’s Jubilee, almost two years ago.

Sun-faded flag bunting, probably left over from the Queen’s Jubilee, almost two years ago.

People in working-class Wood Green not happy about recent government money scandals.

A smartly perceptive and very brave personal documentary diary of one man’s attempts to come to terms with being an oft-derided and bullied redhead.

Kelly Reichardt cements her reputation as one of the most provocative American indie filmmakers with this quiet, tense thriller of morality and motive.

It’s almost a little too precious to be taken as an honest exploration artistically genuine lives. Or else that’s where it finds a lost romance.

A street preacher shouts to a nonexistent congregation in Wood Green this past weekend.

I kind of want to say, “You’re not reading that right , Grandpa.” Except OMFG, this is so much more awesome than I could ever have hoped for.

These films act like what it means to be a woman is purely about sex and bodies, purely about interacting with men in no other way than a sexual one.

Along Piccadilly, near Green Park.

Deceptively simple and deeply cutting. A remarkable little film, a marvel of American indie filmmaking and of stories typically overlooked.