Category: Prints

Indiana Jones and the Isle of Oblivion

I’m going to tell you a story.

It’s a story about boundaries.

About the boundary at the end of an empire and the boundaries that turn waters into oceans. About the boundaries…



Guatemala Lite

Note: If you haven’t seen the film Apocalypto, intend to, and don’t want me to ruin it for you, don’t read this.



"Oh, Sam."

New Zealand’s a sensible sort of a place.

Walk in with foreign mud on your boots and they don’t fine you, lock you in jail or burn them from your feet;…



Tampons and dangly bits

My youth hostel in Melbourne had a sign for the men’s showers. A pictogram, it successfully spanned linguistic and cultural divides. No one could misunderstand the meaning of two round…



Orphans of the storm

Once upon a time there was a saint.

He wasn’t much like a saint by western standards. He was fond of women and did unprintable, horrible things to evil lady-spirits. He…



The great Libyan question

My Tunisian taxi driver told me something on the way to the airport.

“Tunisia,” he said, “is a small country. Libya is a big country. A…