I was detained for my final adieu to Israel, the Holy Land and my home for two and a half years. The place of my service…I was detained for three hours and all my luggage search through by twenty. I repeat. twenty. Israeli security officials. It was so humiliating and I hadn’t eaten all day… Continue reading the solar-powered raquet and violent parents
Tsunami Paradise The cover of the International Herald Tribune showed an idyllic beach in Thailand with the title “114,000 dead” and I thought “how insensitive to show heavenly beach when somany people have just died.” In fact, looking closely, it’s a shot of people running, completely panicked, away from the 10-meter waves that are crashing… Continue reading Pedro Almodovar Israeli Slideshow
On one side of the House is a cedar-panelled room, and I rose from my knees after prayers, after paying my respects and walked over to the window where the Old City of hundred years ago still stood. Teenagers lethargic, and a rubbish-filled fountain with no water. I looked out onto the view that would… Continue reading Pilgrimage.
I was planning on writing about “different kinds of cinema” since I just walked out of this incredible Zhang Yimou movie called “House of the Flying Daggers” with some of the most high quality cinematography (although a lot of it was –I’m assuming purposely–over-exposed), most beautiful actors and actresses, drop-dead gorgeous costumes, incredible fighting scenes… Continue reading on being a woman, sometimes
From a photoshoot in Haifa and Akka with Anisa Weirdest band name ever: I miss those skies! Building in Haifa before our sherut to Akka: Playing by the sea gate: At the market: Kids jumping off the (very high) sea wall into the Mediterranean:
I don’t question how my brain works. Other people do, but that’s just because they’re not inside. Except, sometimes, at some isolated points, for the people who read this funny business. To me, my brain is a multi-media fun-factory, an amazing, powerful decoder that sifts the world, allows me to experience and feel it through… Continue reading Skylights with no ladders
The edge of understanding is simply dizzying. That moment, at which you start to understand something, when the veil is being lifted from something that previously was either confusing or simply unknown, is the very moment that you step over that edge, that precipice and fall faster. Into understanding, but at the same time, into… Continue reading Gefilte fish and lust