The Lego Death Star: A 4,016-Piece Monument to Our Global Death Drive By Dave’s Foreign Correspondent, somewhere between aisle 7 and existential dread GENEVA—While diplomats inside the Palais des Nations bicker over wording in Article 3(b) of yet another non-binding resolution, the real arms race is happening in toy stores from Berlin to Bangkok. Lego’s…
Honda Prelude: A Two-Door Coupé That Outlived the Cold War, the Internet, and Your Last Relationship By the time the final Prelude rolled off the Suzuka line in 2001, it had already become something no marketing department could script: a rolling fossil of the late-20th-century promise that technology might actually save us. While the planet…
Martha Plimpton: The Accidental Global Cassandra If you mention Martha Plimpton at a dinner party in Lagos, Berlin, or Buenos Aires, you are statistically more likely to be met with polite confusion than if you mention “climate change” or “crypto bankruptcy.” Yet the actress-activist—once the snarling teen outlaw of 1980s suburban cinema—has quietly become a…
MILAN—While half the planet queues for half-priced lentils and the other half frantically googles “how to survive on crypto,” Giorgio Armani is quietly staging a coup on the very concept of collapse. Forget bread lines—this week the maestro of minimalism unveiled a Spring/Summer 2025 menswear collection that looks suspiciously like what the last billionaire will…
Rome, Eternal City—where the Wi-Fi is patchy but the frescoes have held up for five centuries. From the Colosseum’s selfie-stick perimeter to the Senate’s revolving-door premiership, Italy keeps demonstrating that collapsing empires are a renewable resource. The rest of the world watches with the same expression tourists wear when their €18 gelato melts onto €250…
Unknown Number: The Global Panic in Your Pocket By Eduardo “Eddy” Valdez, Senior Paranoia Correspondent PARIS—Somewhere between croissant number three and the daily existential dread of climate reports, I received a call from a number my phone labeled “Maybe: Death.” Naturally, I answered. The line clicked, a synthesized voice whispered “We know what you did,”…
Julianne Hough, the Utah-born dancer who once glided across American living rooms in sequined anonymity, has now pirouetted onto a far larger stage: the planet’s collective nervous breakdown. From the Dolby Theatre to Davos, from TikTok’s algorithmic abyss to a sweat lodge in the Swiss Alps, Hough’s recent career pivot—part corporate-wellness messiah, part high-end grief…
Giorgio Armani, the 89-year-old maestro of Milanese understatement, has spent half a century selling the world a very expensive mirage: the promise that if we just button the right shade of greige, we too can glide through geopolitical meltdowns with the serene detachment of a man who has never once spilled espresso on his lapel….
Kelly Ripa, Live from the End of the World By Our Correspondent Somewhere Between the Atlantic and Existential Dread NEW YORK—At precisely 9:00 a.m. Eastern, while glaciers calve and supply chains snap like cheap bracelets, Kelly Ripa greets America with the smile of someone who has already finished her Pilates and her Pinot. The studio…
PARIS – In the long, tedious annals of human attention‐seeking, few phenomena travel faster than a twenty-something American who can contort his face like Silly Putty and speak fluent internet. Enter Drew “Druski” Desbordes, a Georgian (the state, not the country) whose primary export is the sort of manic befuddlement that translates into every language…
September Horoscopes, or How the Planet Learns to Hold Its Breath Again Dave’s Locker, International Desk The ninth month arrives like a polite summons from an accountant: time to tally summer’s sins before the fiscal year of autumn closes the books. Across time zones and tax brackets, roughly eight billion bipeds glance skyward, hoping the…
Kazakhstan versus Wales: a fixture that sounds like the punch-line to an obscure geopolitical joke, yet here we are, pretending it matters. On paper it’s a UEFA Nations League group game; in practice it is a morality play staged for the benefit of arm-chair Brahmins from Bishkek to Bangor, all of whom have Wi-Fi strong…
