When I'm not reading (read: trying to somehow comprehend the academic parlance of) André Bazin and Laura Mulvey, watching countless films, or engaging in alcohol-fuelled antics (the only remedy for hours of studying linguistics and structuralism, I...

My body deceives me, it seems. The moment I reckon I've overcome yet another major buzz-killing head-cold, I feel an uncontrollable urge to catch-up on all the boozing/dancing/necessary-evil-academic-endeavour I've missed out on. Then, just hours...

Frantically researching specifics in advance of an oral presentation is an onerous task. But, when the topic at hand is the city of Berlin, the big ask seems somewhat mitigated. Since I'm more than likely jetting off to die Freie Universitaet Berlin...

I know it may seem like this blog is re-defining itself as an online haven for fetishwear what with all the mentions and desiring of leather but it's actually just the way the wardrobe's gone these past few weeks (leather...not fetishwear, sorry to...

You'd think that having a housemate who effuses spiels in Dutch every few seconds (we're talking ingredient-list-reading, back-of-book-blurb-reading, South-African-national-anthem-singing here...) such is his love for his Uni course, that I'd have had...