• Photography

    Yellow: a primary beauty.

    SHOE BOXES. OSMANBEY. Remember long days, the warm light that bathes the world as the sun slants late and long through the streets? No, neither do I. That’s why even though today is Monday, and not Sunday, I’m dedicating this post to the color of the Sun, which has made only dropped the occasional flicker around here lately. It’s got me looking for sunny bursts everywhere I go, even if it’s a pale reflection off a crumpled old shoe box in some dimly lit pasaj in Osmanbey. I’m especially enjoying the primary color, yellow, these days. Even at its plainest, it’s gold. Summer will return … I think. Until then, I hope these will give you some warmth. FISH SHOP. KARAKÖY. DERELICT HOUSE. TOPHANE. YELLOW CAT. YELLOW CRATE. SULTANAHMET. HARDWARE ON DISPLAY. PERSEMBE PAZARI.

  • Books & Lit

    Churches: glimpses into different times.

    VIEW OF THE GREEK ORTHODOX CHURCH. TAKSIM. You’ll seldom get much more than a glimpse of a church in Istanbul. Perhaps it’s the landscape we’re in. Space is definitely at a premium and many old things are not respected, let alone valued the way they once were. I’m not religious, but I refuse to leap aboard the anti-religion bandwagon. Religion has played such an inextricable role in the thought and development of just about every culture you can name that to try and excise it completely, or refuse to look at its place in our social development seems to me a little strange, perhaps even unwise. GREEK CHURCH SUNKEN BENEATH A SIDEWALK. YENIKÖY. This doesn’t mean we should discount or ignore the bloody atrocities that religious institutions and their “faithful” flocks have committed throughout history, it just seems to me that as in all of us, there is both good…

  • Art / Design / Craft,  Books & Lit

    Reading List: Port Magazine

    In the contest of print versus pixel for my reading time, this is a victory for the old school. Port Magazine is a magazine for lovers of print. However, this doesn’t make it fussy or stuffy, or the slightest bit behind the times. This is merely a testament that print is still a very relevant, far from dead medium. A lot of magazines, rather like newspapers, these days feel like vanity, or seem to be struggling with their transition from print to pixel. Quite frankly a lot of them should abandon the paper they’re printed on. This doesn’t seem the case to me with Port. This is an assured magazine. And it has to do not just with the crisp paper it’s printed on, or the elegant design, but the content. Yes, this magazine has content, and it’s so good, I’m almost relieved it’s published on a quarterly basis. This…

  • Mind / Body,  People,  Uncategorized

    Woodcutters & Management.

     THE AXE MAN. I want to take this opportunity to thank God … or the universe. Whoever or whatever is in charge seems to have brought the sun back after what felt like an interminable season of grey. Yesterday, to pay tribute to this momentous event, I decided that I would go out and look for color, specifically, pairings of yellow and blue. At the moment, I am really enjoying the interplay between these two primary partners — red is such a prima donna don’t you think, always blazing away, snatching center stage? Sorry, I digress. Something else happened. While I was out shooting stuff. I heard a cry. No, it was not spring. It was a group of woodcutters. They wanted their photos taken. One of the things I love about Turkey is that the working classes are only too happy to jump in front of the camera.  SOME HARD-SLOGGING GENTS REVEALING…

  • Books & Lit,  Uncategorized

    Reading list: James Salter

    Due to technical difficulties, I seem to have lost— in fact, deleted by my own blundering—my original post. Somebody recently suggested I start a reading list on my site, so with that in mind this is the first entry under that title. A Sport And A Pastime, for the simple reason that it was the first book of his I read, and also the one that has stayed with me ever since. Literally. I picked it up back in 2006, before a brief escape into the paradise of Turkey’s of Turkey’s Lycian and Aegean coasts, and have yet to relinquish this copy. I have bought other copies, and loaned them out, but it’s the one book I never put down. I’ve read it from start to finish many times, but I have often carried it with me to pop open at random and read, if only to remind myself what…

  • Food & Drink

    Istanbul Culinary Institute: inspiration is being served.

    MISO PRAWNS ON HUMMUS. There’s something about going to school that I really like these days. Perhaps because it’s because I didn’t properly appreciate the opportunities I had to learn when I was younger, but now I’m really eager to reconnect and engage with people in learning environments.One of my current favorites is the Istanbul Culinary Institute, which certifies chefs to go out into the world with all the requisite practical experience to set them on the road to becoming the next Gordon Ramsay (I just hope they are a tad less hot-headed). HOMEMADE CHARM: SAUCES, FRUIT COMPOSTS AND MORE TO TAKE WITH YOU. Personally, I admire good chefs the same way I admire good writers, painters or photographers. The talented ones are not simply making you something to eat, they’re preparing an experience that can stay with you for years. Sure it might be more fleeting, but the way we…