The first time I met Anthony was at one of the biggest hippie lifestyle festivals in Western Australia, and I remember finding his energy contagious. He was the embodiment of what that festival was supposed to represent. This period was marked by a rhythm of partying not for the faint hearted. Three years onwards and … Continue reading Interview portrait
Personal essay: love, geography, vice and virtue (1200-word relating to interview portrait)
As I listen to the whole interview, I notice the sole time Anthony hesitated to answer was when asked if he would ever move back home to Zambia. It is only as I hear the voice recording that I understand the silence that followed the question. The easy-going conversation took a tumble down a somewhat … Continue reading Personal essay: love, geography, vice and virtue (1200-word relating to interview portrait)
A weekend in Fremantle (commissioned feature article)
Fremantle (or Freo for the locals) is a charismatic port city with a strong gastronomic culture and a vibrant nightlife. As soon as you get to know its secrets, you understand this is a place like no other. In this article we have put together a three-day itinerary that assures you don’t miss a thing … Continue reading A weekend in Fremantle (commissioned feature article)
The longest wait
When I first met Andrea, he struck me as one of those people who are always happy, and even when they aren’t, they don’t like to burden you with their issues. We were working at a restaurant, and I can gladly say I learnt a lot from him. Seeing it was an Italian restaurant, his … Continue reading The longest wait
Characterization: 300 words
Peter was a nice individual. Every day, he would get up, glance around, and contemplate what he regarded as his achievements in life. He would look out the window of his downtown apartment to ensure his beloved sports car and most prized possession was still there. He didn’t care he didn’t have a beautiful woman … Continue reading Characterization: 300 words
Drunken in victory
It was the peak of summer in Europe, and I was spending holidays back in my hometown, running away from Winter in New Zealand. One of the many excuses I had given myself to travel home was that the European Cup of Football was on, and, as a good patriot, I flew back there and … Continue reading Drunken in victory