On a Thursday night, galleries overflow with young, well-dressed Athenians who spill out into the street sipping cans of Fix and smoking roll-ups.
With a distinctly different vibe to any other part of town, Exarcheia has retained its old-world Greek charm while welcoming in a new artistic crowd.
Bathed in spring sunlight, sipping on iced coffee and surrounded by young people playing backgammon, this hardly feels like anarchist central. Yet many Greeks still steer clear of Exarcheia, widely known for its politicised riots and molotov cocktail-throwing far left gangs.
“Everyone, from the pot washer to the chefs and waiters is all on the same salary here,” explains Marko Marmatakis – one of three chefs cooking up haute cuisine for us tonight.
If you’ve visited Paris more than once, impatient queuing outside the Louvre or Pompidou probably isn’t your bag. Walk past the snaking centipedes of tourists with your head held high and dive into Paris’ creative underbelly – no queueing necessary.
Look beyond that tiny fluorescent strip far south of the island and you’ll find a Corfu that’s unspoiled, relatively tourist-free (even in high season) and rustic in all its white-washed glory.
Corfu might be one of Greece’s best-known islands, but abandoned by its people in the 1960s, Old Perithia is without a doubt this holiday hotspot’s best kept secret.
79 rooms and suites, all designed to represent Greek culture. Our room is airy and spacious. We have a beautiful view across Athens and onto the Acropolis through full-length glass windows and onto our balcony. The windows’ button-operated blinds are a luxurious novelty on a hungover morning.
An air of glamorous insouciance pervades the whole place. Luxury is balanced out with unique quirks - think Stan Smith clad staff. Old-school stained glass windows juxtapose contemporary sculptures composed of matted hay and clay. This is Paris for a young, discerning crowd.
It’s not that the people of Corfu are oblivious to the precipice of economic collapse that they’re currently facing. ‘Crisis’ or ‘Kρίση’ is the word on everyone’s lips. It’s a conversation that is played on repeat, overheard on the beach, in kafeneions and gas stations. Still, the precipice doesn’t appear to be a threat. On an island, there’s a safety net to soften the blow.
Located in East Amsterdam, right next to the up-and-coming De Pijp neighborhood, which is not unlike London’s Shoreditch, with its quirky cafés, teeming bars, and trendy residents, Volkshotel claims to be "a place for everyone."
It originates from the foothills of the Himalayas and north-western India, North Africa and South East Asia, but moringa is now grown in tropical and subtropical climates all over the world, and it’s very much in demand.
“You’re going for a cookie being like ‘I know this cookie isn’t going to round out my diet, but it’s what’s going to bring me joy’,” extols New York chef Christina Tosi in the trailer for the latest series of Chef’s Table. Judging from the upbeat montage of gelato scooping, precision pastry shaping and saccharine sauce dripping against a head bobbing I Want Candy soundtrack, she’s probably right.
The microgreen, as it is now better (and more fashionably) known, has likely been served to you as part of an elegant plate on a multi-course serving menu in a fancy restaurant. It is those tiny leaves delicately handled with tweezers that you see chefs use on programmes such as Netflix’s Chef’s Table or MasterChef, adding a final note of decoration to an expertly composed dish.
For thousands of years, salt – originally sourced from the mineral remains of lakes and seas, and more recently chemically composed from sodium and chloride – has been a main fixture in our diets. The Romans coined the word “salary” from the Latin word “sal”, for salt, because a soldier’s salary was the amount he was allotted to buy the seasoning. In an ode to salt written in 1912, psychoanalyst Ernest Jones explored the human obsession with salt – apparently, Plato described it as “dear to the Gods”, and Homer called it “divine”.
Rich in flavour, with a thick, deep-brown crust that locks in moisture for days, sourdough bread is fast becoming a sought-after dietary staple for those in the know.
In the grand scheme of our history on the planet, we’re just starting to get used to living in urban settings.
Rest (quite literally) assured, I have tried every single method out there – from the commonsensical to the slightly zany – to cure myself of insomnia. The answer came to me after trying every trick in the book.
New Year’s resolutions are a little like your first teenage love affair. They start with so much promise, hope and expectation, but after a short while – months if you have staying power, weeks if you’re like the rest of us – they lose their appeal and you become distracted and move on to new things.
It is only in recent years though, that the fashion set has called upon the talents of Hollywood for a favour in return. All hail the fashion film, the medium that marries short film and advertising for a dual creative vision that costs mega-bucks and invites hours of YouTube loitering.
Switching on the news in 2017 is like watching an absurd mockumentary – like a 21st century remake of Bob Roberts, the 1992 satire directed by and starring Tim Robbins, which follows a right-wing businessman running for United States Senate who promises to clean up America with his return to ‘wholesome’ family values.
Scott’s LA is a polluted, dark, dingy, weather-beaten China Town dominated by soaring sky scrapers and moving billboards featuring flashing neon dragons and Chinese symbols. The atmosphere is so dark and polluted, even the umbrellas are equipped with neon lights. The 1980s was arguably the first era to recognise environmental concerns on a global scale, but has all that much changed since Blade Runner’s initial release?