
London photo of the day: Saharan sand everywhere
Sand blown in from the actual Sahara is settling on London this week…

Sand blown in from the actual Sahara is settling on London this week…

The movie equivalent of a mean girls’ game whose only goal is humiliation. Also: a failed parable of the twistedness of the 1 percent.

A marvelous little unpacking of the meaning of happiness, precisely what constitutes it, and how to know whether you’ve found it.

I love the textures of the peeling paint on this old ship docked near the Thames Barrier.

Apparently this fooled a lot of viewers, and some people consider this the best April Fools joke ever.

A handsome movie in many ways, but it feels like an unpolished first draft, one that can’t quite decide how fantastical it wants to be.

The A406, aka the North Circular. By appointment to Her Majesty the Queen.

It requires an extra suspension of disbelief beyond what men have to engage in…
If you’re not going to support my writing here, why should I care if you don’t come back?

Leave stuff from your premiere — like this stuff, which is Divergent-ish — lying around busy, central Leicester Square.