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I’m a regular contributor for several web and print publications, including Urban List, Smith Journal, Beat Magazine, Red Bull and Adventure.com.

 
 
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The place holders

In 2013, Alexander Grand flew to Belarus with a rather odd mission. He wanted to bottle the scent of Minsk. “If you ask most people to describe the scent of Minsk, they’ll say it smells like cut grass, or maybe sour cranberries in sugar,” he says. “But Minsk is a rational city, very cool, very clinical. It’s a city of engineers and IT professionals. It should smell like the colour of a wide blue sky.”

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Being Nakhane Touré

It only takes Nakhane about thirty seconds to drop something weirdly profound. “I’m in Lisbon at the moment. I wanted to be lonely and write some songs, and Lisbon’s beautiful in a post-grandeur, dilapidated, cracking sort of way. There’s something sad about it. Although coming from a country once colonised by Portugal, I don’t know how sad I can be.”

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How to fight zombies

Sounds far-fetched, but you’d be surprised. It turns out well-credentialed scientists have been wondering how humanity might react to a shambling, implacable, brain-hankering zombie horde. Can science devise an optimal Zombie Survival Plan? Or should we all just go to the Winchester, have a cold pint, and wait for all this to blow over? 

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The Verdict | Saint Dreux

The queues at Saint Dreux resemble the pitchfork-wielding ones that gather outside pharmacies during an apocalypse. Things can turn ugly. Everyone’s keenly aware that there’s not enough katsu to go around. By 1 pm the café is usually stripped bare—nothing left but a couple of wobbling plates and the lingering smell of pork.

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Turning up the volume

Nice evening in the Punjab, Pakistan. The sun’s going down behind the spires of Badshahi Mosque, settling into a hazy purple twilight, and on the roof of an ice cream parlour in downtown Lahore, two guys are installing a turntable and complicated mixing gear. Down on the streets, the city’s red-light district, Heera Mandi, is starting to flicker...

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The well of death

Indian fairs are pretty much like fairs everywhere. Been there, done that, bought the sari. But there’s one building here that stands out. It looks like a low-budget Colosseum, built from rough timber planks with a metal gantry running around the top. From inside comes the angry buzz of a thousand mechanical hornets...  

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nick offerman finds good work to do

The first thing I discover about Nick Offerman is that it’s very hard to figure out where Nick Offerman ends and Ron Swanson begins. This might be ridiculous, but he speaks like Ron. The same slow-shuffling gravitas. Words dovetail neatly into one another. Each sentence sounds like it’s been patiently hand-crafted from Birchwood.

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Searching for Stardust

Jazz musician Jon Larsen was eating breakfast on his front porch when the meteorite struck. It was about one millimetre wide. He didn’t know it at the time, but that tiny black speck would consume the next seven years of his life and potentially change our fundamental understanding of the universe. Not bad for a quiet Sunday morning.

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Zen and calories in Antarctica

It was October 30th, 2018, and the weather reports looked promising. The Ilyushin cargo jet was waiting on the tarmac. The crew was ready. All they needed now were clear skies and a friendly breeze. Adventurer Colin O’Brady bunkered down and flicked on some music. The zydeco beats of Paul Simon’s Graceland filled the darkening room.

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