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Discovering the Paris in Woody Allen's movie

June 11, 2011 - 6:00am

"Parlez-moi d'amour." Speak to me of love.

The tower of the unread books

By EMOTIONAL WEATHER REPORT by Jessica Zafra | March 16, 2007 - 12:00am

At the start of the year, disgusted at what I perceived to be my own sloth, I resolved to read at least one book every week. Since then I’ve begun to suspect myself...

Young Star

Further mischief

By Erwin T. Romulo | March 31, 2006 - 12:00am

PARIS, France – Paris is definitely a city for play. Unfortunately, we were there for a bit of work. Three of our party (i.e. Juan, my wife Yvonne and I) happen to belong to a little militant outfit of fashion...

Young Star

Return to center

By Erwin T. Romulo | March 24, 2006 - 12:00am

Never trust an artist. Especially when they’re talking about their work. (I’m a liar myself so I know what I’m talking about; I ain’t no artist so I get off easy.) For example, Andre Breton...

Young Star

RJ Fernandez: Photograms & edgy memories

By Igan D’Bayan | March 20, 2003 - 12:00am

Matmos, composed of M.C. Schmidt and Drew Daniel, creates music using the strangest of instruments: pages of Bibles turning, amplified crayfish nerve tissue, rat cages, human skulls, a steel guitar recorded in a...

Young Star