
London photos: peacock Christmas lights
On ritzy Bond Street.

On ritzy Bond Street.

A compassionate, intimate unpacking of the legend of Janis Joplin that reveals the troubled influences on the force-of-nature singer she willed into being.

The Disney Christmas tree at St. Pancras train station. I’m afraid it may be a terrible lure intended to draw unsuspecting children into an unholy maw.

Captures a burgeoning revolutionary spirit among a people who have been ignored, when they aren’t being taken advantage of, for too long.

While there are plenty of women here, nearly all are defined through their relationships with men or by the romantic expectations placed upon them.

Glossy Hollywood automatons sleepwalk through family dynamics full of forced quirkiness, excruciating cuteness, and phony emotion. Absolutely cringeworthy.

Pub garden turned Christmas tree sales lot.

At wine merchant The Sampler in Kensington, you can buy tastes of wine by the sip, gulp, or quaff.

A female protagonist who battles to wrest authority and agency for herself from a male-dominated institution is the sort of story we need more of.

A fatuous argument for Mother Teresa’s sainthood; credulous and willfully ignorant, and disregards everything about her beliefs that was nasty or skeptical.