URSABLOG: Gilded Cages
About fifteen years ago, in Nanjing, I was in a taxi and in genuine fear of my life. I was being taken to the airport by someone who had obviously been taught to drive on an Atari
URSABLOG: England, My England
Walking Down From Bloomsbury to High Holborn, Dressed For Dinner It was a long time since I had gone to a black-tie dinner. Many years ago, in Piraeus, I had used the excuse of a C
URSABLOG: Dynamic Positioning
Everyday life can be a confusing place to inhabit, especially when you can’t read the signals properly. Every culture has its own markers, gestures and signifiers that differenti