Riley Keough: The Accidental Empress of Global Grief By Our Correspondent Who Has Also Inherited Nothing But Debt LOS ANGELES–ROME–TBILISI—When Riley Keough was informed last year that her late grandfather’s estate had, in a twist worthy of a telenovela penned by Kafka, elevated her to “sole trustee” of Graceland, the world’s most famous shrine to…
Sunday Morning, Global Edition: A Dispatch from the Planet’s Collective Hangover By Our Man in Every Time Zone It begins in Kiribati, where the International Date Line performs its daily sleight-of-hand and the Pacific officially admits it’s Sunday. Somewhere between the last spam musubi and the first coconut-scented regret, the world’s most advanced species decides—once…
The Sunderland vs Aston Villa Timeline: How Two Provincial Clubs Accidentally Became a Global Parable of Futility By Dave’s Locker International Correspondent, still jet-lagged from the last airport lounge Merlot Let us begin, dear cosmopolitans, somewhere off the A19 in the northeast of England, a region whose chief exports are melancholy drizzle and resigned gallows…
When the Lights Go Out, the Planet Checks Its Watch By Our Correspondent, currently jet-lagged in three time zones at once The phrase “F1 start time” sounds innocent enough—like asking when the toast will pop. But across 24 time zones, four hemispheres, and a billion WhatsApp groups, it is the moment a global Rube Goldberg…
World Athletics Schedule 2024: A Global Itinerary of Sweat, Flags, and the Quiet Horror of Personal Bests Dave’s Locker, International Desk – 12 June 2024 If you unfold the 2024 World Athletics calendar and hold it up to the light, it looks uncannily like a boarding pass for humanity’s more delusional ambitions. The season begins,…
The bulldog and the panther have always made for an odd couple—one wheezing like a broken accordion, the other padding past in liquid silence. Yet in every corner of the planet, from Singaporean boardrooms to São Paulo favelas, their symbolic cage-match is being restaged nightly by humans who prefer metaphors to maulings. Bulldogs, with their…
HOUSTON—While the planet’s traditional power centers bicker over whose missiles are bigger and whose central bank can print money faster, a soft-spoken 18-year-old from the same city that gave us Travis Scott is quietly colonizing the world’s earbuds without asking anyone’s permission. Meet d4vd, the Texan teenager who proves you no longer need a passport,…
Palmeiras vs Fortaleza: The Beautiful Game’s Ugly Mirror to a Splintering World By our man in São Paulo, nursing a caipirinha and an existential crisis The fixture itself sounds almost quaint—Palmeiras versus Fortaleza, two football clubs separated by 2,700 kilometers of Brazilian asphalt, rainforest, and political shouting matches. Yet last night’s 1-1 draw at Allianz…
The Pacific, that vast blue shrug between continents, rarely bothers to register a college football game. Yet tonight, somewhere above the tectonic shrug that passes for the Ring of Fire, Fresno State and Hawaii will collide like two tourist t-shirts in a hotel gift shop—garish, cheap, and oddly essential to the local economy. From Brussels…
Kevin Costner, the laconic Midwesterner who once built a baseball diamond in an Iowa cornfield, has become an unlikely barometer for the American century’s slow-motion implosion. From the Berlin Wall’s fall (he was busy dancing with wolves) to the current age of streaming wars (where his Yellowstone ranch is the closest thing the US has…
The Global Aftershocks of a Diva’s Retirement: How One Woman in Spandex Briefly United the Planet By our correspondent who still can’t believe wrestling diplomacy isn’t in the UN charter GENEVA—In the grand theater of geopolitics, where nuclear codes are traded like Pokémon cards and trade wars flare up over dairy subsidies, the 2015 retirement…
PARIS—On a grey Tuesday morning, the French Open’s outer courts smelled of damp clay, disinfectant, and the particular brand of existential dread that hovers over any 20-year-old hailed as the next sovereign of men’s tennis. Holger Rune, Denmark’s resident mood-ring with a forehand, was busy reminding the planet that Nordic melancholy and baseline fury are…
