Author Archives: Jemima Hunt

There wasn’t a plan. It was a town on a map, heading west, with a funny looking building in a car park that you passed on the way in. Look closely and you would spot the razor wired perimeters. If … Continue reading →

Area Palladium Studio 54 Danceteria The Roxy Max’s Kansas City The Mud Club CBGB’s Save the robots Pyramid Club The Saint The Limelight Studio 10 Irving Plaza  

Three or four times a year I travel with an international adventure team called surfEXPLORE to find and document new surfing waves, often in post conflict or post environmental disaster locations. We’ve just returned from Sierra Leone. From travelling to other … Continue reading →

‘I blame it on the pies,’ Millie said to her husband, Steve. They were watching the latest roundup of Turner Prize nominees, introduced by that art critic who seemed to get chubbier every year, but she wasn’t referring to him. … Continue reading →

The last time I was in New York the talk was of tanks on the street post 9/11. M. was 8 months pregnant and I’d come to interview Joan Didion for the Observer. Political Fictions, her book on the political process, … Continue reading →

Late Night Final by Lucie Brownlee The city had stories to tell, and the idea was to get to them before all the other hacks did. And the streets were crawling with the hacks, all doing what they could to … Continue reading →

“Where have you come from today, sir?” The bald middle-aged officer in a blue uniform casts a suspicious glance at me from behind his crescent shaped glasses before flicking through the pages of my passport. “Amsterdam.” “And what’s the purpose … Continue reading →