Somehow, this ended up being 3,000-odd words. It was just supposed to be a quick overview. On the plus side, contains pictures.
Simryn Gill’s Soft Tissue, Atul Dodiya’s Seven Minutes of Blackmail and the imagination.
Two films, two nannies, one critic. Let the analysis begin.
There is a reason the new Shah Rukh Khan film is titled Zero.
Remembering Tushar Joag (1966-2018).
Contains opinions on Rohini Devasher’s latest exhibition, Hopeful Monsters and the film Kedarnath.
Notes from a notebook. Contains Joan Didion, Instagram and more.
On the plus side, there are baby nifflers.
Learn from Jamie, gentlemen. Or why we all deserve better than a dick pic.
One hundred and sixty-five minutes of my life are gone, never to return. And this is what I get to show for it.
"The satiny material of her burkha shone where it caught the sunlight. It stretched, dipped, billowed and moulded against her body because of the wind. The magnifying glass inched down her form, past the arc of her covered head, along the fluid lines of wind-puffed material. Hadpude didn’t blink. He just looked. His eyes travelled from head to toe, from photo to photo."