At this year’s Art Dubai – downsized, delayed and defiantly reborn on the cusp of a sweltering May – the air inside Madinat Jumeirah seems to have acquired a texture all its own: the faint …
Deira City Centre does not deal in epiphanies. It does not offer valet queues, velvet stanchions, or the kind of ambient oud that clings to your blazer like an unpaid debt. What it does – …
The funniest thing anyone said to me at brunch last Saturday – and in Dubai, brunch is very much a verb – was that my skin looked as though I had spent a month doing nothing but swimming in …
There’s a specific moment in Dubai – usually around the second week of May – when the weather stops flirting with you and starts getting serious. The AC in your car can’t decide whether it …
The invitation promised cocktails and canapés. The only thing anybody was hungry for was a square metre of floor space. In a city where a property signing usually comes with a light show, a …
A confession: I have, on more than one occasion, spritzed myself with a facial mist and called it “layering”. In Dubai, where your skin drinks faster than you can at a Friday brunch, we have …
A particular kind of fatigue attends today’s media landscape: a churn of algorithmically flattened headlines, hot takes that expire within minutes, and a wearying sameness that suggests a …
There are collaborations that feel engineered in a boardroom, and then there are those that seem to unfold like a sentence you didn’t know you were waiting to finish. The Boss Summer Club – …
The transformation arrived without warning, as all cultural shifts do. One moment, a Dubai bathroom shelf curates itself like a modern apothecary – a meticulously layered installation of …
The first time Safwan Dahoul’s work dismantled me, I was stone-cold sober, caffeinated on a flat white I had grabbed between meetings in Alserkal Avenue, and entirely unprepared for the …