Behind Omonoia Square I check into a cheap hotel, one that mainly sleeps prostitutes and their customers. The receptionist is worn – nicotine fingers, few teeth, sharp cheekbones, gaunt features. His flesh is as green as old tattoos. Leading me down the dank hallway, he lifts up his G-Star Raw T-shirt and scratches a large tattoo of a skull heaving angels from its mouth. Men argue on the street ... (read more)
Scott McCulloch works across prose, essay, and sound. His writings have appeared in ABR, Southerly, KYD, at the University of Paris Diderot, and elsewhere. Scott was a recipient of a Marten Bequest for Prose 2017–19, and is nearing the completion of his first novel. He currently lives in eastern Europe.
‘We are the children of death and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life.’Sadeq Hedayat Smoke fills the car as my friend Amir and I share a cigarette and hurtle down the highway from Tehran airport to the north of the gargantuan metropolis. Thin crowns of sunlight emerge from the shadowy horizon. The urban sprawl starts to line the highway. Traffic threads into the heaving ma ... (read more)
The guard with the Kalashnikov singles me out from the other passengers on the border to Ukraine. I am leaving the frozen state of Transnistria. He leads me to a small interrogation room. Four more border patrol guards and a translator are in the room. The men fossick through my bags and ask questions. ‘Are you carrying drugs or weapons?’ ‘Do you deal drugs or weapons?’ ‘Are you aware th ... (read more)
Scott McCulloch reviews 'Lost Art: Two Essays on Cultural Dysfunction' by Julian Davies and Phil Day
October 2012, no. 345 • 25 September 2012
Lost Art: Two Essays on Cultural Dysfunction is an absorbing and lyrical journey through the contemporary art world. Combining a sensibility that is both highly critical and deeply personal, Julian Davies and Phil Day analyse what is celebrated and what is forgotten in an increasingly ruthless and commercial industry. ... (read more)