How new labour revealed ladies’ legs. Published in The New Statesman
This terribly respectable-looking Japanese lady was sitting on the Tube. Immaculately dressed in highly polished court shoes and neat, well-fitting dress, the sheaf of papers that…
Adultery al dente. The Independent.
Italians are, according to a recent report, more forgiving of adultery than ever before. No news there, you may think – except that this time it’s…
Do writers really need newspapers? Published in The New Statesman.
Late one night, trying to avoid a deadline, I tapped in the names of well-known journalists on my computer to see if their domain names had…
Isn’t a camera enough? Interview with Jason Brooks and Chuck Close. Published in The Independent
The pictures take a month, four months, a year to make. And they are copies. Systematic, modular, painstaking copies of photographs. For just such work the…
Interiors: catches worth landing. Anissa Helou. Published in The Independent on Sunday.
THE HAIR is the first thing you notice. It’s big. “Explosive”, according to the art historian George Melly. But you are barely through Anissa El Helou’s…
“Aye, aye, I thought, we’re going to jack up.” Published in The Independent.
SCARY, LOVE, obsession, toothy, prehistoric, predators, stealthy. These are all words inspired by a tiny word: pike. Like all things that are not fully understood, people…
In love with my curves. Published in The Independent.
It started with the ornaments. There were two of them on the mantelpiece in my childhood home, both showing boy/girl configurations. One pair was tall and…
Aliza Reger
Aliza Reger is immaculately dressed. Immaculately pressed, immaculately co-ordinated. I am transfixed. It is a long time since I have seen anyone dressed like this. “Do…
Bananas about pyjamas. Published in The Independent.
AGED 18, the very first thing I bought from my very first pay packet was a pair of Derek Rose red flannel pyjamas. At pounds 25,…
Big fish in a very big sea. Marlin fishing in Madeira. The Independent.
THE SUN shines bright and keen, the sky is blue with no clouds to mess it up. The sea, 3,000ft deep beneath our 40ft fishing yacht,…
Annalisa Barbieri 
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