White Sox vs Nationals: A Quiet Apocalypse in the Mid-Atlantic By Our Man in the Cheap Seats, Somewhere between Geneva and Des Moines Baseball, that most provincial of American pastimes, rarely registers on the global Richter scale. Yet here we are, watching the Chicago White Sox—once the pale hose of Comiskey, now the pale shadow…
Mikey Lewis: The Miniature Messiah of Hull Who Accidentally Became a Global Emblem of Late-Stage Capitalism By the time the sun rose over the Mariana Trench, Mikey Lewis—Hull FC’s 22-year-old stand-off with the cheekbones of a Renaissance cherub and the acceleration of a Tokyo bullet train—had already been meme-ified on three continents. In Manila, jeepney…
RFK Stadium, the concrete bruise squatting on the banks of Washington’s Anacostia River, is finally being put out of its misery. Demolition crews are already nibbling at its 1961 bones, and within a year the only thing left will be a pile of rebar and a faint smell of stale beer and broken dreams. To…
The Champs-Élysées, Paris’s 1.9-kilometre runway of limestone and delusion, has always been less a street than a global stage—equal parts catwalk, battlefield, and cash register. On any given day you can watch a Japanese honeymooner pose with a baguette she’ll never eat, a Gulf-state prince queue for a €12 macaron, and a Parisian waiter perfect…
Half-Mast Around the Globe: A World Pauses to Pretend It Cares By the time the sun rose in Tokyo, the flags were already drooping at the Imperial Palace like exhausted laundry after a long night shift. Twelve hours later, the same tired fabric sagged above the Brandenburg Gate, while across the Atlantic, the Stars and…
