Apsara dance is one of the cultural elements of Cambodia no one should miss. According to the Hindu mythology, Apsaras were beautiful female creatures that descended from heaven to entertain Gods and Kings with their dance. Their name means “celestial dancers” in ancient Sanskrit. Legend has it that they were born from the Churning of the Ocean of Milk and thus, they are messengers of peace between Kings on earth and Gods in heaven.
I’m no different to the other thousands of Greek people who left their home country in the recent years. We were unemployed and we made the obvious choice, to get a job, anywhere we could. There was and there is no heroism in this. It was our choice, so complaining about it is just moronic. Read more
Yesterday, I attended with some friends the Ceremony of the Keys at the Tower of London. It is the oldest ongoing ceremony in the world, carried out, without fail, for nearly 750 years.
The Ceremony lasts only for seven minutes, commencing at exactly 9.53 pm. Escorted by Foot Guards, the Chief Yeoman Warder (who must have served in the armed forces for more than 20 years) locks first the Middle Tower Gate (39) and then the Byward Tower Gate (38). Once locked, none of the gates can be opened from the outside, even if someone had acquired a set of the Keys.
There are many reasons to go to Paris. One of them is to stroll around Saint-Germain-des-Prés. This is the beloved neighbourhood of many writers, artists, and intellectuals of the past centuries: Voltaire, Rousseau, Marquis de Sade, Hugo, Hemingway, Ionesco, Joyce, Miller, Kerouac, Sartre, de Beauvoir, Camus, Picasso, and Brecht. Are you dizzy yet? I have Read more
According to author Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 is “the temperature at which book-paper catches fire, and burns”, but this is not quite right. “Several Internet contrarians claim that Bradbury confused Celsius and Fahrenheit, putting his estimate off by 391 Fahrenheit degrees. They cite as evidence the Handbook of Physical Testing of Paper, which lists paper’s ignition temperature as 450 degrees Celsius.” 
I met Robert Doerfler on Instagram a few days ago when I posted a photo of my old typewriter.He “liked” it and, as I didn’t know him, I checked out his account only to find out that he is a typewriter artist, based in Germany. To be honest, I had never heard of this art before, but I spent a good amount of time meticulously looking at his pictures. Then, I decided to interview him.
For creative people with Mon-Fri day jobs, weekends are their only opportunity to unlock their mind and let inspiration in. In this weekend’s quest to find something exciting to drag my creativity away from the norms, I came across Garip Ay’s ebru art.
Bukowski is probably one the most abused poets on the internet. His verses are taken out of context and are quoted by people who can barely understand his capability to decompose the world. You should read Bukowski only after you have dropped your judgemental ignorance and embraced the beauty of raw talent.
One visit to London’s Imperial War Museum is far from enough. I spent there four hours today and I only managed to see a small fraction of its collections. Here are the five exhibits I found most interesting:
Visionary economist, organist and politician José Antonio Abreu started Venezuela’s “El Sistema” in 1975, with five children in a parking garage.
Almost four decades down the line, some half a million children, most of them from communities living below the poverty line, have grown up in the orchestras of El Sistema.