Canon C50: The Camera That Will Film the End of the World in 6K—And Make It Look Cinematic PARIS—Every few years Canon releases a new box of circuits and glass that promises to democratize cinema-grade image-making. The freshly minted EOS C50 is no exception, except now the democrats have drones, and the cinema is TikTok….
Martin Sheen: The Accidental Statesman Hollywood Never Ordered By Dave’s Locker International Bureau Picture the scene: a war-fatigued planet, circa 1982, tuning in to watch a fictional U.S. president fling his jacket over a chair and wonder aloud whether the Doomsday Clock came with a snooze button. The actor behind that Oval Office catharsis was,…
The Global Game of House: How a Medieval Pawnshop Became the World’s Most Beloved Shackle By the time you finish this sentence, another 47 human beings somewhere on the planet will have signed a mortgage—an elegant term that translates from Old French as “death pledge.” Linguists insist that etymology merely implies “until death,” but after…
Doha, Qatar – a city where air-conditioned stadiums sit like chilled mausoleums in the desert, monuments to the idea that money can, in fact, buy you shade. From the vantage point of anyone who’s ever queued for a visa or waited for a delayed budget flight, Qatar is less a country and more a well-financed…
Jerry O’Connell, the American actor whose career trajectory has careened from precocious child star to genial television fixture, is hardly the sort of person one would expect to find at the center of a geopolitical Rorschach test. Yet, as streaming algorithms colonize living rooms from Lagos to Lahore and late-night talk-show clips ricochet across Weibo…
Doha’s Unruly Child: Al Jazeera, Twenty-Eight Years of Making Friends and Enemies in Equal Measure By our correspondent who once spent three weeks in a Cairo hotel room watching AJ Arabic on mute just to watch the wallpaper move. In the beginning there was the BBC World Service, and it was…British. Then, in 1996, Qatar—a…
Naomi Watts: A 21st-Century Export More Stable Than Most Currencies By Our Correspondent in a City That Used to Have Reliable Wi-Fi Every era gets the blonde it deserves. The 1950s gave us Grace Kelly, a Hitchcock ice-sculpture who retired into royalty—quaint, like cash that still clinked. The 1980s coughed up Madonna, a self-propelled IPO…
**The Socialist from Queens Nobody Ordered: Zohran Mamdani’s Global Roadshow of Democratic Discontent** By the time Zohran Mamdani finished quoting Thomas Sankara to a roomful of Berlin tech-workers, the German capital’s usual drizzle had turned into a full-blown November tantrum. Puddles pooled around the audience’s ethically-sourced sneakers, yet no one budged. After all, it’s not…
Harare, Monday – In the grand theatre of African geopolitics, two understudies have just stepped into the limelight, and the audience—composed of hedge-fund analysts in Mayfair, Beltway think-tankers, and a handful of bored TikTokers—is trying to figure out whether this is tragedy, farce, or merely another episode of “Debt Diplomacy: Continental Edition.” Zimbabwe and Rwanda,…
The Curious Case of Dan Brown: How One Man’s Airport-Bookstore Alchemy Became a Global Sacrament By Our Man in the Departure Lounge, Tuesday, 03:17 GMT PARIS—If the Louvre ever installs a self-guided “Da Vinci Code” audio tour narrated by a smug Tom Hanks, you will know that civilization has finally completed its descent into gift-shop…
Elizabeth Gilbert, the American author whose passport now contains more stamps than an Italian post office, has become the de-facto cartographer of the modern soul’s grand tour. Ever since she dragged 10 million readers through the trattorias of Rome, the ashrams of India, and the rice paddies of Bali, her memoir “Eat, Pray, Love” has…
Kathmandu, City of Perpetual Reboot By Dave’s Far-Eastern Correspondent, still slightly dusty from the last aftershock The first thing an international visitor notices about Kathmandu is that it smells like the entire planet decided to hold a garage sale in a chimney. Sandalwood, diesel, momo grease and the faint whiff of existential dread swirl together…
