Stew to Perfection

By Rory Winston   Whether Michael Jackson, Marvin Gaye or the recently departed legend Prince, many an icon has suffered at the hands of an abusive father, their respective relationships having left a distinct mark on both their lives and their creative output. Another artist who could easily lay claim to a similar set of…

ISIS – Where Mass Media Meets Mass Murder

AN EXCLUSIVE WITH ANAT HOCHBERG-MAROM, AN ISRAELI COUNTER-TERRORISM EXPERT WHO SEES MARKETING AS A NECESSARY WEAPON FOR DEFEATING ISIS By Rory Winston Way before idiosyncratic fictional characters like Homeland’s Carrie Mathison or State of Affairs’ Charlie Tucker took hold of our collective imagination, there had already been a host of women such as former CIA…

Make Way for the Calendar Woman

Annie Leibovitz reinvents the Calendar Girl in a feminist tour de force By Rory Winston “Photographs shock insofar as they show something novel,” commented Susan Sontag while also coming to the conclusion that ‘capitalist society requires a culture based on images in order to stimulate buying while anaesthetising the injuries of class, race and sex.’…

A Language All It’s Own

HALF-GEORGIAN HALF-RUSSIAN, ALEX POP SPEAKS FLUENT MUSIC By Rory Winston Joseph Conrad, Vladimir Nabokov… Not only had some brilliant English writers hailed from non-English speaking countries but a gifted few had even managed to surpass their native counterparts in terms of eloquence and nuance. So why was I surprised. Why did it seem strange –…

Turning Zinc into Brass

INDEPENDENT MUSIC AWARD WINNER DAZZLES A PACKED HOUSE AT NYC’S ZINC BAR By Rory Winston “A slow afternoon brings a thousand memories.” The words wafted through the Zinc Bar, caroming from ear to ear before gently settling on the nape of each listener’s neck like a fading embrace. It was an ethereal voice that surfed…

The Belated Visit

A Book Review By Rory Winston   “That’s him. Definitely him,” exclaimed my mother knocking her glasses off her nose as she struggled to show me a page from the massive book she was reading. “My grandfather, you’re great grandfather – there. Look. Look”, she uttered in a voice that caromed from exhilaration to litany…