Entering the open-air part of the citadel in Shiraz, two guys and I check the sign detailing the fortress’ history. 18th century. Behind us are…
Negar and I are inside a Tehran cafe. She says her English isn’t great. But it’s good enough. Her eyes unrealistically blue; not like the…
Midday was drawing near as the air conditioning unit began to choke in the corner of the underground restaurant I’d taken refuge from the heat…
My third evening in the Islamic Republic of Iran lands me in an underground music gig in a hip café-cum-alcohol-free-bar in the capital, Tehran, where…
The charming sentence that titles this piece first came to my attention in the sunny year of ’06, when The Chaser took to the streets…
Always one to stray as far from the beaten path as possible, hobo Quinten Dol set his sights on Iran. This is what he saw….
“We will never compromise with the U.S.A.” reads the sign. Above it, a map of Iran populated with veiled women and bearded men forms a…
