tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55206520128364060002024-03-18T20:24:33.933-07:00Falafel RoadOreet Ashery and Larissa Sansour with Artsadmin and the Live Art Development agency.
Taken from The Novel of Nonel and Vovel, by Oreet Ashery and Larissa Sansour, (Charta 2009).Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-47565008520132415132010-01-18T01:51:00.001-08:002010-03-06T07:13:58.008-08:00Falafel Road******* 20 FALAFEL MEALS OPEN TO JOIN ********<br />Falafel Road Residency with the<a href="http://www.thisisliveart.co.uk/"> Live Arts Development Agency</a>> and <a href="http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/home/">Artsadmin</a><br />The meals are screened daily at the café in<a href="http://www.iniva.org"> Iniva</a> until the 13th of March<br /><br /><br />DID ISRAEL STEAL THE FALAFEL FROM THE PALESTINIANS?<br />This seemingly silly question, is a precursor to an investigation into <br />the intentional and systematic hijacking and eradication of Palestinian cultural history, by the state of Israel.<br /><br /><br />To find out more about the residency and <a href="http://nonelandvovel.net/book/">The Novel of Nonel and Vovel</a> (Charta 2009) please go to <a href="http://nonelandvovel.net/falafel-road-residency/">http://nonelandvovel.net/falafel-road-residency/</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3o-Vgs09_UIhkh2JF8vPUAxRqhPMzqGQrIRoAslOzfxy50MmcI87RqDRLIOFwlpLUmFskDT-UUhh8V8t8VsivFc5KTen7R1YLA0KXDAel6ThPHFCjU_FboEq5-a2fvMUpfihw3JnAH9w_/s1600-h/oriantalism+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3o-Vgs09_UIhkh2JF8vPUAxRqhPMzqGQrIRoAslOzfxy50MmcI87RqDRLIOFwlpLUmFskDT-UUhh8V8t8VsivFc5KTen7R1YLA0KXDAel6ThPHFCjU_FboEq5-a2fvMUpfihw3JnAH9w_/s320/oriantalism+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434334969989772194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHi9xcTXjrNL5yVbkA6aLKL6_n0lUU1ULNLlgTBXAvD0WfJaxcysFkYRLim8zvPomv8xg__Bm4ztUvcXkq2wdQWR7uMS8bA7-TrHa05Wr83q_XYYWaZibVi_KTBckL1htM5obvRbldlIU5/s1600-h/oriantlasim+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHi9xcTXjrNL5yVbkA6aLKL6_n0lUU1ULNLlgTBXAvD0WfJaxcysFkYRLim8zvPomv8xg__Bm4ztUvcXkq2wdQWR7uMS8bA7-TrHa05Wr83q_XYYWaZibVi_KTBckL1htM5obvRbldlIU5/s320/oriantlasim+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434334836639356562" /></a><br /><br />We created chapter 6 Orientalism for The Novel of Nonel and Vovel in London, Edgware Road, trying to work out how our relationships and the politics of the region pan across the spectrum of falafel. <br /><br />Larissa's video <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhYx-FF6xBA">Soup Over Bethlehem</a>, and Oreet's video <a href="http://oreetashery.net/video/whydoyouthinkileft">Why Do You Think I left?</a> both feature immediate family members, can also be seen as precursors to this residency.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5Z6c0SY6bmu2XL_0_kB6ZC1-3-zR6zSIhk8SID2Y325918KT4PR81rarY3O2vXmSdLSeM5soTEmA6PfcFZYAZUWFGCEvfOtNUIpTlDW5LjPh1HHti1d3JGkhsMlllz5wb5oEA40Co3DH/s1600-h/mattaclark_food_xl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5Z6c0SY6bmu2XL_0_kB6ZC1-3-zR6zSIhk8SID2Y325918KT4PR81rarY3O2vXmSdLSeM5soTEmA6PfcFZYAZUWFGCEvfOtNUIpTlDW5LjPh1HHti1d3JGkhsMlllz5wb5oEA40Co3DH/s320/mattaclark_food_xl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434337010608671554" /></a> <br />A still from Gordon Matta-Clark's Food<br /> <br />A big influence on this residency too is the restaurant project and film <br />Food<br />Gordon Matta-Clark<br />1972, 43 min, b&w, sound, 16 mm film on video<br />This film documents the legendary SoHo restaurant and artists' cooperative Food, which opened in 1971. Owned and operated by Caroline Goodden, Food was designed and built largely by Matta-Clark, who also organized art events and performances there. As a social space, meeting ground and ongoing art project for the emergent downtown artists' community, Food was a landmark that still resonates in the history and mythology of SoHo in the 1970s.<br />Camera and Sound: Robert Frank, Suzanne Harris, Gordon Matta-Clark, Danny Seymour. Editing: Roger Welch <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyz5ZYkZvaZ35_PfCoobpCXK21gBIJR5s30QFVBS1fVphbJckAnPh5iBWxfjoBKqmuS9M_vNQFR05IoJ02KCXpuT8leP08rWNT3q-FEG2RcyU4Oggndzs1WbctuwySdn5m4MydG6a21VzO/s1600-h/snow+trip.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyz5ZYkZvaZ35_PfCoobpCXK21gBIJR5s30QFVBS1fVphbJckAnPh5iBWxfjoBKqmuS9M_vNQFR05IoJ02KCXpuT8leP08rWNT3q-FEG2RcyU4Oggndzs1WbctuwySdn5m4MydG6a21VzO/s320/snow+trip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434337574379098274" /></a><br /><br />We went to map the Falafel Road on a snowy day, it was strange to investigate potential falafel locations in the snow, as it has associations with sunny weather. Mapping the locations was based on a number of factors: different types of eateries; cafes, restaurants, market stalls, health food shops - cheap and expensive, also we tried to spread outside the West and East End, we also tried to find Palestinian, Israeli/Jewish, Lebanese, Iraqi, Turkish, and other possible originators of the falafel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAz51uOONtacz4hAo8CdcKx0VD-MDE5CDhZ0zd4Vpckg5bok3icltKUAhLe7dXcyE4OKHfVn7u443DVBFxR7r940YsBZWE9Pw9mD8atdif4cxhXF1nDxASFK8mmCTc3PMs87got8EcI-jm/s1600-h/falafel+map+gogole.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAz51uOONtacz4hAo8CdcKx0VD-MDE5CDhZ0zd4Vpckg5bok3icltKUAhLe7dXcyE4OKHfVn7u443DVBFxR7r940YsBZWE9Pw9mD8atdif4cxhXF1nDxASFK8mmCTc3PMs87got8EcI-jm/s400/falafel+map+gogole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434800188113860258" /></a><br /><br />Apart from the usual 20 meals we have 4 larger meals/events: <br /><br /><br />1. <a href="http://falafelroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/13-february-2010-iniva.html">Food! Glorious Food!</a> 13 February 2010. Iniva, Rivington place. 16:00-18:00.<br /><br />2.<a href="http://falafelroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/23-february-2010-serpentine-edgware.html"> Politics: Here and Away,</a> 23 February 2010, Serpentine Edgware Road<br /><br />3. Falafel Road at Thursdays@ Artsadmin, 25 February 2010. At the end of the residency Ashery and Sansour share the project in the form of an open studio event at the Arts Bar and Café, Toynbee Studios, where they will show footage from the residency 18:00-22:00<br /><br />4. A falafel meal at the house of Margareta and Marcus in Hackney. 10th of February, at 19.30. Rayna Nadeem and Stuart Shahid Bamforth will present 'Life In Gaza' , A <a href="http://falafelroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-february-2010-margareta-marcus-house.html">participatory film</a> with young people in Gaza. (length-10 mins)<br />Meal now fully booked.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuP4AmEJDWpYErdQ2r3bTXXMRn2SYwHIN3Mal-fdt4PChdH16lK8a162IZsTaybz8rKL7UsTTOvLnH3LDHZC07nKh7CcqOBhkcz7TcpogMjrzBLFtnXh5yMu2E9ifUTe7jBhPTiup533-0/s1600-h/falafel+war.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuP4AmEJDWpYErdQ2r3bTXXMRn2SYwHIN3Mal-fdt4PChdH16lK8a162IZsTaybz8rKL7UsTTOvLnH3LDHZC07nKh7CcqOBhkcz7TcpogMjrzBLFtnXh5yMu2E9ifUTe7jBhPTiup533-0/s320/falafel+war.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434340689002435506" /></a><br /><br />“What distinguishes the case of falafel from those of rice and wine is our access to its historical origins. Falafel was not assimilated into Israeli society by a long, slow, natural process. Rather, its transformation into an icon of Israeli culture was rushed and deliberate. In its urgent search for symbols of unity, the nationalist movement hit upon falafel as a signifier of Israeli pride.”<br /><br />Quote from: Falafel, A National Icon, Yael Raviv, Caliber, Journal of The University of California Press, published in Gastromonica, Summer 2003, Vol. 3, No. 3, Pages 20–25<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />PLEASE ADD YOUR NAME IN THE COMMENTS BOX IF YOU WISH TO JOIN US FOR ANY OF THE OPEN MEALS!!!<br />OR BOOK THE MEAL YOU WANT TO JOIN ON info@nonelandvovel.net<br />----------------------------------------------------------------------Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-77651872839433947322010-01-18T01:48:00.000-08:002010-03-02T14:56:09.821-08:001 February 2010, Mr Falafel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBvVFOKNhHzeaZUjswbIua74xQInvMu8w_aplVZaJ3jL5ybtj6eyFBesy8TW1bqt_fXmNt8KFpY8cZ4oNHN7qsMjJAehkI7H2c7L6_5gQltOt8P9RJem-cmKeTq-qkPXjcR7oBKMNcWra/s1600-h/mr+falafel+entrance.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBvVFOKNhHzeaZUjswbIua74xQInvMu8w_aplVZaJ3jL5ybtj6eyFBesy8TW1bqt_fXmNt8KFpY8cZ4oNHN7qsMjJAehkI7H2c7L6_5gQltOt8P9RJem-cmKeTq-qkPXjcR7oBKMNcWra/s400/mr+falafel+entrance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434351136422659746" /></a><br />Palestinian Eaterie<br />Units T4 - T5 <br />New Shepherd's Bush Market <br />Uxbridge Road <br />London <br />W12 8LH <br /><br />www.mrfalafel.co.uk <br /><br />15:00<br /><br />FULL<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XbGTjJ09EVAsz_H8WpltqNz6dV1qdg2tswUv-9v4hWfLB95l-WaXPcowztR9eJnVjHMH6WIMev69YbIEDPz1bVTIEPSsE_NS1Mw2-qS-a4sxUAiqUMNe6uhQiSYFcn4M-Cg6XHFiWyNM/s1600-h/mr+falafel+lariisa+and+camera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XbGTjJ09EVAsz_H8WpltqNz6dV1qdg2tswUv-9v4hWfLB95l-WaXPcowztR9eJnVjHMH6WIMev69YbIEDPz1bVTIEPSsE_NS1Mw2-qS-a4sxUAiqUMNe6uhQiSYFcn4M-Cg6XHFiWyNM/s400/mr+falafel+lariisa+and+camera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434348511210411330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSQRN7ulHqrPqNduQYq2Ky9RBl5rhSlIBtnxLlLgR48z4ceFKnC9uh2_09rOzjs0gT6baC0aDCNpeYdGOL43SsI6yF0XJauS2VogkXEnH9ePwdUCkpVIr1c9av3j4_Q2Mo9UmBtyCju1o/s1600-h/mr+falafel+1st+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSQRN7ulHqrPqNduQYq2Ky9RBl5rhSlIBtnxLlLgR48z4ceFKnC9uh2_09rOzjs0gT6baC0aDCNpeYdGOL43SsI6yF0XJauS2VogkXEnH9ePwdUCkpVIr1c9av3j4_Q2Mo9UmBtyCju1o/s400/mr+falafel+1st+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434348249408563522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGr2fM2niHQz-JGPKhq-SWCH2Vl18rDZyybeNMtYqRlBlG7xhngIrPjrbBQudYYzqJbdfzAqLtKmhXsUkAE_G9UbANLh4KuxDLNOKNr-6EqcC7xuPolMZUKUQkFhV55cfwdDzqGwiZjbN/s1600-h/falafel+king+picture.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGr2fM2niHQz-JGPKhq-SWCH2Vl18rDZyybeNMtYqRlBlG7xhngIrPjrbBQudYYzqJbdfzAqLtKmhXsUkAE_G9UbANLh4KuxDLNOKNr-6EqcC7xuPolMZUKUQkFhV55cfwdDzqGwiZjbN/s400/falafel+king+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434348026565200258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIaq204obp0z_3oXfPNdCjsmmkzmT3i7yUsnwoDO4nKtpPXzUfSGJFFPMR4jxMGoyNqtrJszc0r-n6WurAWihiHpVbNXo8er8QVi-_JYG0bLpi32rO1gzrguAC0i53K5Z-CQk-da2jx0s3/s1600-h/better+entrance.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIaq204obp0z_3oXfPNdCjsmmkzmT3i7yUsnwoDO4nKtpPXzUfSGJFFPMR4jxMGoyNqtrJszc0r-n6WurAWihiHpVbNXo8er8QVi-_JYG0bLpi32rO1gzrguAC0i53K5Z-CQk-da2jx0s3/s400/better+entrance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434347799186154722" /></a><br /><br />Our first meal we had the artists Olivia Plender and Petra Bauer; Petra is from Sweden and is engaged with projects in Palestine. She talked about Sweden changing relationships to the region, starting from the left affinity with Israel socialist ideas and the creation of the Kibbutz, to a growing support for the Palestinian cause. <br />Ahmad Yassine (PhD in chemical engineering - now after the second meal we know how this fact came about, read meal 6), the owner, talked to us a great deal about the colonial notions of the falafel and compared it with the Curry in England. When we asked him if Israel stole the falafel from the Palestinians, he said that he would not use the word 'stole', but maybe 'adopted'. Ahmed spoke about 1948 and his family's village, that is no longer there, apart from a well. He spoke about the history and eradication of Palestinian culture, he mentioned various literary sources, like a relative of his, the famous Palestinian cartoonist <a href="http://www.najialali.com/"> Naji Ali</a>. He is famous for his character, Handalah, the little guy that you see in a lot of his drawings with his back to us. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIq3iDIcIbI5fE7es_uzVVXe73YGZltFLOZlzF2FSH3fue1ccX9LdGOLQOpPltmbujYjBksvpjGwlcbbJlgX7HNli4vxv34YGHhgSjV3clo5Ea-X6VCsk6TflKIyfcInUvPVGwun_b7Px8/s1600-h/naji_a1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIq3iDIcIbI5fE7es_uzVVXe73YGZltFLOZlzF2FSH3fue1ccX9LdGOLQOpPltmbujYjBksvpjGwlcbbJlgX7HNli4vxv34YGHhgSjV3clo5Ea-X6VCsk6TflKIyfcInUvPVGwun_b7Px8/s400/naji_a1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435844908025208850" /></a><br /><br /> He also mentioned Qalandia airport, and the filmmaker Nahed Awad who made a short film about it, using a lot of archival footage. Ahmad also mentioned the railway, as an example of Palestinian infra-structure, The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaffa–Jerusalem_railway">railway</a> was built in 1892 in Ottoman Palestine by a French company. It is the oldest railway in the Middle East. It is important to also note that generally speaking, when Israeli tourist books mention architecture or anything pertaining to Palestinians, it always refers to the colonizers of them. So, it is either British or Ottoman, therefore Palestinians are insignificant in that equation. Moreover, it makes Israel come across as a liberator of Palestinians from previous colonizers. Larissa and Olivia were talking about finding historical images and other forms of representation that challenge the western notion of 'empty Palestine' , as many are not aware of the cultural vibrancy and urbanization of Palestine prior to 1948. Oreet talked about her education in Israeli schools where there was no mention of Palestinian culture, despite the proximity. <br />Ahmad was also talking about being the first Palestinian place to advertise itself as such; many Palestinians who work in eateries, or run/ own them, say they are Lebanese. Ahmad was brought up In Lebanon. His dad also works in the shop.<br /><br /><br />For the first time we try the rotating cheese board from Lewis (£30) with the flip HD video camera, it seems the least obtrusive method of filming sit-down meals.<br /><br />We are going to Mr Falafel for the next 3 Mondays.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-47863129285409738062010-01-18T01:47:00.000-08:002010-03-02T15:01:58.501-08:002 February 2010, Artsadmin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGKEAxfxFJUbSyIjzvloLmg82_RdsZjXOQk9W34RRWLDZqi34p3zeeVS1YlKesj0nCk3XDLfczqeGMyhlZp08IurqZiMJSN86mK4c9VAB6bfYghomCNNn7BB3jCUhry9au9DH648u0OFB/s1600-h/Alex+at+arts+admin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGKEAxfxFJUbSyIjzvloLmg82_RdsZjXOQk9W34RRWLDZqi34p3zeeVS1YlKesj0nCk3XDLfczqeGMyhlZp08IurqZiMJSN86mK4c9VAB6bfYghomCNNn7BB3jCUhry9au9DH648u0OFB/s400/Alex+at+arts+admin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434356921332306354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlr1UIIleW9OS6xj-9nuUycJsslzlxaVoxz-ru4RDMarQq03itXv12keiFC2Cq0yHhDH2RwJoHYvw0zAfpMaTBbc68HZkORYPZY9ctbVmbElC_gUEcNVh52llnH9cYu_sTEhvvC_JX7hBz/s1600-h/post+meal+artasadmin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlr1UIIleW9OS6xj-9nuUycJsslzlxaVoxz-ru4RDMarQq03itXv12keiFC2Cq0yHhDH2RwJoHYvw0zAfpMaTBbc68HZkORYPZY9ctbVmbElC_gUEcNVh52llnH9cYu_sTEhvvC_JX7hBz/s400/post+meal+artasadmin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434357192659077874" /></a><br />Toynbee Studios<br />28 Commercial Street<br />London<br />E1 6AB<br /><br />www.artsadmin.co.uk<br /><br />13:00<br /><br />FULL<br /><br />For the duration of the residency we are based in studio 5 at Artsadmin. It is a great big room with wooden floors and it's very cosy. The Artsadmin staff meet every Tuesday for a meal, which we joined this Tuesday. Alex from the cafe made falafels for the occasion, thanks! He is from Italy. We also had Hummus, Guacamole, salad, rice and pitta with it. Each member of staff talked about their activities and what cultural events they are planning to visit in the week ahead. We presented our residency. We were asked not to film the meal or photograph it. We felt very welcomed.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-17281952960327067022010-01-18T01:46:00.000-08:002010-03-02T15:27:44.306-08:003 February 2010, Hoxton Beach<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" <br />href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtXQeTE0C6b9ZgMjxwRQYZLPadJwbORYiRjGjUZ0oTewm1M05ElCP9AeGCi52TPVJBqCgbtFK1kFcm8qV6b5OjCPyKYj96x95b8wTvlK6R-HFLlqj6Rg_d0-3uM4g1XCdR8ijLoS3QXvl/s1600-h/hoxton+beach+recepie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtXQeTE0C6b9ZgMjxwRQYZLPadJwbORYiRjGjUZ0oTewm1M05ElCP9AeGCi52TPVJBqCgbtFK1kFcm8qV6b5OjCPyKYj96x95b8wTvlK6R-HFLlqj6Rg_d0-3uM4g1XCdR8ijLoS3QXvl/s400/hoxton+beach+recepie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434770973128692386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGDPyA1fuXNCKjGfOCRBnOh-pNVZzErZADazm0PlygliDqDEOxVw49cIqCd7TufmPAyzbSWDR7vAmuOcEwOyXypNEhEwplFVnwn0g-otgOUED__wPqWk4qZddsP6rME2XmNOgeTggcNEb/s1600-h/hoxtom+beach+sign.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGDPyA1fuXNCKjGfOCRBnOh-pNVZzErZADazm0PlygliDqDEOxVw49cIqCd7TufmPAyzbSWDR7vAmuOcEwOyXypNEhEwplFVnwn0g-otgOUED__wPqWk4qZddsP6rME2XmNOgeTggcNEb/s400/hoxtom+beach+sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434770490954639474" /></a><br /><br />Market Stall <br />Pitch 36 <br />Whitecross Street Market <br />London<br />EC1Y <br /><br />www.hoxtonbeach.com <br /><br />13:00-14:00 <br /><br />Full<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmQu4ZvAOpjRLlLaP4OXyt1qvpsxSoYtkjU6XHC-wNATdPsTgFwYyOzQuWMi-ivs0jkrh9Y-ZuV8Ho2wD4cthKCORAvWBOSx6S_5q41A0iZ0kviqS88UKTVZ5F4zUguVih5JEWRl8iLW9/s1600-h/3rd+meal+o+adn+s.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmQu4ZvAOpjRLlLaP4OXyt1qvpsxSoYtkjU6XHC-wNATdPsTgFwYyOzQuWMi-ivs0jkrh9Y-ZuV8Ho2wD4cthKCORAvWBOSx6S_5q41A0iZ0kviqS88UKTVZ5F4zUguVih5JEWRl8iLW9/s400/3rd+meal+o+adn+s.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434772110639417186" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7Tyk0Ln1V0I3tE8RVhbbIPgVuYwLlCKggqagQ5AkWLpI2TRwLzHxoN2DdSYixamoYw8DI5fECE-Az7VL01Nnc0L66mdyQGclSg817DC6gVci2c434tVV7GfJfGGZdCZQdtRtKmT1Jgvq/s1600-h/3rd+meal+tali.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7Tyk0Ln1V0I3tE8RVhbbIPgVuYwLlCKggqagQ5AkWLpI2TRwLzHxoN2DdSYixamoYw8DI5fECE-Az7VL01Nnc0L66mdyQGclSg817DC6gVci2c434tVV7GfJfGGZdCZQdtRtKmT1Jgvq/s400/3rd+meal+tali.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434772502280598418" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG5VSX-mRQ-sZHMz-Kdw63MvyBxKyKxe2jd9yG27eF3Ly2IzJiLZ6v6_TwehEgtmf29G1MlgT7iKte9lUaO8Jw85CZSCrqAGhafx8Q8pGTwVFtexXjOLwshMPHvglKDJueauAMmUSdzlG1/s1600-h/3rd+meal+oreet+adn+tali.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG5VSX-mRQ-sZHMz-Kdw63MvyBxKyKxe2jd9yG27eF3Ly2IzJiLZ6v6_TwehEgtmf29G1MlgT7iKte9lUaO8Jw85CZSCrqAGhafx8Q8pGTwVFtexXjOLwshMPHvglKDJueauAMmUSdzlG1/s400/3rd+meal+oreet+adn+tali.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434772778562968178" /></a><br /><br />The falafel wrap in Hoxton Beach is fantastic! The falafels are flufy and spicy from chilli!<br /><br />When we first asked the guy who works in Hoxton Beach where he was from he said:' Lebanon'. When Larissa said she was Palestinian, he said that he was too. This confirmed what Ahmad from Mr Falafel said, and that probably some of the credit that goes to Lebanese food is in fact, Palestinian. <br />Tali Ceredbaum came to this meal in Whitecross market. Tali used to own and run Tal Esther Gallery in Tel Aviv until recently, before coming to live in London. We asked Tali about her associations with falafel and she spoke about Abu-Hassan in Jaffa, where various men, mainly taxi drivers, gather in the early mornings to eat and burp. Her associations with falafel are with burping men. We all tried to figure out if falafel has gender issues attached to it, and if the fact that it is heavy and messy to eat makes it more of a ‘men’s’ food, but did not arrive at any conclusive opinion. This reminded us of a story that Gary Thomas told us in the Progress Report opening at Iniva, about coming out of a club in Bristol late at night, when someone said: “Lets go have falafel’ and another shouted: ‘Falafel is for poofs’. We guess that this is a comment on falafel being vegetarian, and hence not as ‘manly’ as kebab. <br />Tali's recollection of Abu Hassan in Jaffa made her miss Jaffa, the view of the sea she had from her window and the sun. When we asked her if Israeli stole the falafel from the Palestinians, she said: ‘yes, for sure, they did’. She also said that Israel indeed has done many bad things to the Palestinians, but that she can only be accounted for what she is able to do.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2Sb212fcf-n_gRKbW9Gj4PZ5oK62F_GXshhLK8HaxOzH-GLLgAwu7_EI7vZiwnHaubPicVEmXRRNM6633X8NwGnS3X13gF_4lWGs1TKDX_haapMIeLDbzz4wJBgMreBN8UO4-ix8xPkW/s1600-h/460_0___30_0_0_0_0_0_090225jaffa1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2Sb212fcf-n_gRKbW9Gj4PZ5oK62F_GXshhLK8HaxOzH-GLLgAwu7_EI7vZiwnHaubPicVEmXRRNM6633X8NwGnS3X13gF_4lWGs1TKDX_haapMIeLDbzz4wJBgMreBN8UO4-ix8xPkW/s400/460_0___30_0_0_0_0_0_090225jaffa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435845609264297266" /></a><br />A view from the sea at Jaffa looking east onto the city, 1898-1914. (Matson Collection)<br /><br />It was interesting for us to think of Jaffa and the sea since moments before that, whilst we were on our own, Larissa mentioned how seafood has been such a big part of Palestinian cuisine, and how this is absent now, since they have no access to the sea. In the light of the previous conversation we had at Mr. Falafel about the lack of representation and knowledge of Palestinian culture we thought about<a href="http://www.anarkismo.net/article/12296"> Jaffa</a> and Heifa as one of the most praised and beautiful towns in Palestine. They were very vibrant culturally and often served as a meeting place of Arab intellectuals from all over as it is so close to Beirut. Um Kutlthum used to come and perform in Jaffa. It had a really close affinity to Beirut and Cairo.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHJ3R0OpSdM8QAIqTriDuqXNLPaDA3gV4fzvh3COVcMvADJbTJYgOxEWtWYFZ2x2AeTeFVqjIv5TPROSAfd7NA5NiS8tEgDnh4a4qUjHFVp5Jit-Mrc9iIWvM9aHSAf21I0RXzx5j8sQ4/s1600-h/460_0___30_0_0_0_0_0_090225jaffa5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHJ3R0OpSdM8QAIqTriDuqXNLPaDA3gV4fzvh3COVcMvADJbTJYgOxEWtWYFZ2x2AeTeFVqjIv5TPROSAfd7NA5NiS8tEgDnh4a4qUjHFVp5Jit-Mrc9iIWvM9aHSAf21I0RXzx5j8sQ4/s400/460_0___30_0_0_0_0_0_090225jaffa5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435846067904969810" /></a><br />Palestinians from Jaffa attempt to take with them whatever they can as Zionist militias force them to leave the city, May 1948. (Palestine Remembered)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivc3BxqmCUdwyXjZlenFM9kssDpjx-Khqeqc9HZFavmknj1vP7jMBVSUJBvHOkPmAvDW77cs31-8GJqassgkHJJT8p5RdQ09gLsKPf4H30s_DQH2l090gKsWRO4Pkt0MHlf-XY-z8k98mN/s1600-h/03561v%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivc3BxqmCUdwyXjZlenFM9kssDpjx-Khqeqc9HZFavmknj1vP7jMBVSUJBvHOkPmAvDW77cs31-8GJqassgkHJJT8p5RdQ09gLsKPf4H30s_DQH2l090gKsWRO4Pkt0MHlf-XY-z8k98mN/s400/03561v%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435859233267664226" /></a><br />An image of Alhamra, one of the most famous cinemas in Jaffa. This one is from 1937.<br /><br />More thought about the history of Jaffa:<br /><br />Jaffa was the most advanced city in Palestine in the development of its commercial, banking, fishing, and agriculture industries. Jaffa had many factories specializing in cigarette making, cement making, tile and roof tile production, iron casting, cotton processing plants, traditional handmade carpets, leather products, wood box industry for Jaffa orange, textile, presses and publications. It should also be noted that the majority of all publications and newspapers in Palestine were published in Jaffa. <br />Since Israeli still maintains and enforces the "Law Of Absentees", all Jaffa's industries, farms, buses, cars, railroads, cattle, real states, etc. have been looted and became the property of the Jewish State. When such practices were conducted by the Germans and the Swiss, the Jews of the world demanded justice for their looted art works and properties. The question which begs itself :- Are the Palestinian Arabs entitled for compensation for their looted properties too? <br /><br />Newspapers from Jaffa:<br /><br />Filisteen : Founded in 1909 by 'Issa Doud al-'Issa and Yousef al-'Issa. Until al-Nakba, it was considered to be one of the largest newspapers in Palestine. After al-Nakba, it resumed publication in Jerusalem, until 1967.<br />Al-Salam : Founded in 1920 by Naseem Maloul, and its name means Peace.<br />Al-Jazeerah : Founded in 1924 by Hassan and Mahamoud al-Dajani, and its name means Island.<br />Sawt Al-Haq : Founded in 1927 by Fihmi al-Husseini, and its name means The Voice of Truth.<br />Al-Jamia' al-Islamyyah : An Islamic related paper, founded in 1932 by Suliman al-Taji al-Farouki.<br />Al-Difa' : Founded in 1934 by Ibrahim al-Shanti, and its name means Defense.<br />Haqiqat al-'Amr : Founded in 1937 by the Histadrut in Tel Aviv.<br />Al-Jihad : Founded in 1939 by Muhammad al-Maslami.<br />Al-Sha'b : Founded in 1947 by Hilmi Hanoun and Idmound Rouck, and its name means The People.<br />Al-Youm : Founded in 1949 by the Histadrut and whose editor was Dr. Abu al-Thu'yb, and its name means Today.<br />Al-Huryyah : Founded by Heirout part (now the Likud party), and its name means Liberty.<br />Sada al-Taribyah : Semi monthly newspaper founded in 1952, and its name means The Echo Of Education.<br />Al-Youm le 'Awladuna : Semi monthly newspaper for kids founded in 1960, and its name means A Day For Our Children.<br />Al-T'awun : Founded in 1961 by Dar al-Nasher al-'Arabi, and its name means Collaboration.<br /><br />Magazines from Jaffa:<br /><br />Al-'Asma'i : Founded in 1909 by Hana 'Abdallah al-'Issa, which was the first magazine to be published in Palestine.<br />Al-Haqq : Founded in 1923 by Fihmi al-Husseini, and its name means The Truth.<br />Al-Nashra al-Tijaryyeh : Founded in 1924 by Jaffa's chamber of commerce, and its name means The Commercial Publication.<br />Al-Tahreer : Founded in either 1935 or 1936 by Iskandar al-Halabi and Muhammad Yousef al-Din al-Irani, and its name means Liberation.<br /><br />The Picture shows Jaffa's southern slum neighbourhoods before demolition, 1949.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-18428153375024473142010-01-18T01:44:00.000-08:002010-03-02T15:35:00.337-08:004 February 2010, Abu Ali<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpgrMXoy0bBtxkUUGSkxoC1imCH5oYnSIn1-P1bMhjs10WtEIXx-5XpSGCpf77lgbwsat14Qe-X8KAvMoEYdjAeJ_jS9suMU2o5QULayvAuOJrPQBgj_F_PXV7ifHNh5YppXG0ETHbCk0/s1600-h/4th+cnaffe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpgrMXoy0bBtxkUUGSkxoC1imCH5oYnSIn1-P1bMhjs10WtEIXx-5XpSGCpf77lgbwsat14Qe-X8KAvMoEYdjAeJ_jS9suMU2o5QULayvAuOJrPQBgj_F_PXV7ifHNh5YppXG0ETHbCk0/s400/4th+cnaffe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434774984108383634" /></a><br />Abu Ali<br /><br />Lebanese Eaterie<br />130-138 George Street<br />Nr Edgware Road<br />London<br />W1H 5LD <br /> <br />19:30-22:00 <br /><br />FULL<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2nr_nvi7jkbo_t9s8VUouie5lGS_gI2vxyyKH-fMCsQ5Bgehz3uR0LazaaY_BpqWlx76V9e7jKleB5eChLXzWv2TgCMg6MjHlJIXzuCis9SSv4nxZtzLPycGta0tBH3mh1y-1q_vM0VV/s1600-h/4th+meal+o+and+s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2nr_nvi7jkbo_t9s8VUouie5lGS_gI2vxyyKH-fMCsQ5Bgehz3uR0LazaaY_BpqWlx76V9e7jKleB5eChLXzWv2TgCMg6MjHlJIXzuCis9SSv4nxZtzLPycGta0tBH3mh1y-1q_vM0VV/s400/4th+meal+o+and+s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434775383247256770" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqIqwNSS__yNi5pKmKDbJVeBvH7immwIQS4YM36sbSFa_5I144hW7ZOCCZx-rKCYGhbE4OdFSOyPVaM-JZcj_2BKATDWUUt8-uBPmhE7vqNpAEUdCujTGCeQpfN_DFPb8qNcWRMbuNZQK0/s1600-h/4th+o+and+s+people+good.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqIqwNSS__yNi5pKmKDbJVeBvH7immwIQS4YM36sbSFa_5I144hW7ZOCCZx-rKCYGhbE4OdFSOyPVaM-JZcj_2BKATDWUUt8-uBPmhE7vqNpAEUdCujTGCeQpfN_DFPb8qNcWRMbuNZQK0/s400/4th+o+and+s+people+good.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434775949847339474" /></a><br /><br /><br />It was just us for this meal and Ed ( Hobbs) who is filming and editing the meals' footage. The falafel was the best so far, soft and spicy and just right. We had knāfeh for desert. It is a vibrant orange and made from a very fine fried vermicelli-like pastry, cheese - like mozzarella cheese, rose water and honey. It is sweet, soft and crispy at the same time, addictive and full of cholesterol.<br /><br /><br />It was the first time we had a chance to sit and talk. The past two and a half years were spent working on the book from afar via hourly emails, followed by a recent intense period of work on the Inferno digital panels and various live events we curated. The notion of how little is taught in schools, and in Israel in general, of Palestinian culture came up again in the conversation. We also talked about language and Larissa commented on how the sound of Hebrew makes her think of gunshots and bombs. As it was just the two of us talking, it became apparent that we can easily fall into the trap of ‘a dialogue’, of what is it like for both sides, something we were always keen to avoid, as it is not an equal situation in reality. Finding a mode of a conversation that usefully represents our position, that of a resistance to the occupation, rather than a 'dialogue based on two perspectives' is the task at hand.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-18808342145224337352010-01-18T01:43:00.000-08:002010-03-02T16:15:51.477-08:005 February 2010, Just Falafels no longer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVptrW3E0KSyjT53ShNwJKuJNpEfJt8aRqlsDuK88tc8ZFrBeTwP0s1aelfKe9kH_QwwBhmUGDUhNz-e2a8z7_pifEse66-32pSNMZHmvL3bl1jRZjcBUDblQcuWBAqmkbLX0lAd3-_3OA/s1600-h/cup+cakes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVptrW3E0KSyjT53ShNwJKuJNpEfJt8aRqlsDuK88tc8ZFrBeTwP0s1aelfKe9kH_QwwBhmUGDUhNz-e2a8z7_pifEse66-32pSNMZHmvL3bl1jRZjcBUDblQcuWBAqmkbLX0lAd3-_3OA/s400/cup+cakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435968546215163890" /></a><br /><br />Urban English with emphasis on health<br />155 Wardour Street <br />London<br />W1F 8WG <br /><br />19:30-22:00<br /><br />Full<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9j4E3b1oY6BnCC4j3dmulro_3U7Eq-c0nK1ku9Qpnj6AmWzDwdND2kTEXBOWsZZvS9M549v2WuGFQ_OktKxf_fvbCuvfZQxMD1Jgu01-cbpDRz99RrbVTe7-PyvlnK8YpGQQasloach_a/s1600-h/hums+bro+meal+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9j4E3b1oY6BnCC4j3dmulro_3U7Eq-c0nK1ku9Qpnj6AmWzDwdND2kTEXBOWsZZvS9M549v2WuGFQ_OktKxf_fvbCuvfZQxMD1Jgu01-cbpDRz99RrbVTe7-PyvlnK8YpGQQasloach_a/s400/hums+bro+meal+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435968914896034114" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB8UPecCtT8I4Pj3Kzj_xmSFa6lnkx6sMUJijLpd6HbjKoTuQJ5o3hfad0N9-olO2lPI6kshc1O7T6g_nyjPzleV2UgBFp9lm1zwXVn9Ma8XipNWweIdnomJ44lkXx0jAqNhUQS6CJAbQ8/s1600-h/meal+humuis+bro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB8UPecCtT8I4Pj3Kzj_xmSFa6lnkx6sMUJijLpd6HbjKoTuQJ5o3hfad0N9-olO2lPI6kshc1O7T6g_nyjPzleV2UgBFp9lm1zwXVn9Ma8XipNWweIdnomJ44lkXx0jAqNhUQS6CJAbQ8/s400/meal+humuis+bro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435970530937707042" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_3m8epNNfo6Z2oGHV0zMUSzF2bfK6dpDGHyyfyY7QxdLIMn1hSkFYXLV-i3-Q9v0ZAc4W-nYNwNWtdLpV74D1ZgbqORpvmlvZberQeJQzYengxmTvFljcukfDnUOW78sNTrZNZskYd2f/s1600-h/humus+bro+humus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_3m8epNNfo6Z2oGHV0zMUSzF2bfK6dpDGHyyfyY7QxdLIMn1hSkFYXLV-i3-Q9v0ZAc4W-nYNwNWtdLpV74D1ZgbqORpvmlvZberQeJQzYengxmTvFljcukfDnUOW78sNTrZNZskYd2f/s400/humus+bro+humus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435970863971571314" /></a><br />small plate, which makes the slowly cooked boiled egg ( the slow cooking makes the egg brown and smoky tasting) looks huge<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5v0WniAuMdFi23Bzo5DVU8XUGHaff7xtVCkgQePD1nW4TjuQg9gH_nqpFx_LWLGbyZDrm10rv671nFHr_CFlUQSyN7Oj9RqN1fedPHSRr8VuJ1YF9mfC-zajE2-mS4ufhYd7zxolV5lEr/s1600-h/oreet+5th.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5v0WniAuMdFi23Bzo5DVU8XUGHaff7xtVCkgQePD1nW4TjuQg9gH_nqpFx_LWLGbyZDrm10rv671nFHr_CFlUQSyN7Oj9RqN1fedPHSRr8VuJ1YF9mfC-zajE2-mS4ufhYd7zxolV5lEr/s400/oreet+5th.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436001815984499026" /></a><br /><br /><br />The NO meal<br /><br />No Larissa (ill☹)<br /><br />No Just Falafel shop (turned into a cup cake shop)<br /><br />No falafels (in the Hummus Bros eatery, in Wardour St, we went to instead)<br /><br />In this meal, the meeting of the two families meal, it became clear that meeting relatives and friends for a meal and a conversation has its own social and personal etiquette, and that this does not always sit easily with heated political debates. Although interesting conversations did take place, there were undercurrents that all involved could not really unpick, since this would become too contentious for everyone around the table, especially with the camera recording. It means that a polite conversation between Oreet’s family and Larissa’s family could not really dig deep into the more difficult parts of the topics raised. As in the meal in Abu Ali, with Larissa and Oreet alone, it is what was not said, or what can not be said, or what was not recorded that is more interesting. This dynamic is proving problematic in situations where there are Israelis and Palestinians at the table, be it Oreet and Larissa, or invited guests. To the question of how much Palestinian culture was taught in Israeli Schools, Shoshi (Oreet’s sister) answered, none. Maxim <br />(Larissa’s brother) added that in his school, all the books were monitored and censored by the Israeli government, so in Palestinian schools too, at the time of his childhood (Maxim is 33), Palestinian culture was obliterated from the curriculum. We also talked about possible changes in Israeli society towards a future that does not look too hopeful (Israeli Foreign Minister Avigdor Lieberman, Israeli prime minister Benjamin Netanyahu). Maxim said that although he is not optimistic, in the long run he could see a two state solution. <br /><br />At the end of the meal Oreet and Maxim had a bet (three ice cream scoops) as to whether Hummus Brother was owned, or manned by Israelis. No Israelis worked there that night, but it is owed partly by an Israeli who has been living in London for over 10 years. This brings up the question of the boycott.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-4032386539413756972010-01-18T01:41:00.001-08:002010-03-04T07:52:58.116-08:008 February 2010, Mr Falafel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRRYv5Z_OZorBzb6DBsGd6n0cjdaDSowUDNbedzeb-WGhbigCuQUK9oJaPJahJ7fCZpwE2VAt3mzVv7FVoyCd8Iw02dUS4fDjFK-_6V7hSWXajYlNATpb3rTLWHZFM70NHXGRp0h7znAp/s1600-h/Tiberias.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRRYv5Z_OZorBzb6DBsGd6n0cjdaDSowUDNbedzeb-WGhbigCuQUK9oJaPJahJ7fCZpwE2VAt3mzVv7FVoyCd8Iw02dUS4fDjFK-_6V7hSWXajYlNATpb3rTLWHZFM70NHXGRp0h7znAp/s400/Tiberias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436656059970335122" /></a><br />Palestinian Tiberias circa 1890, a great holiday resort and source of fish. Now,under Israeli rule, without access to Palestinians<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSzyTLL-9n5-yWMpaI050iZ_BXBzrvVbQ60VuCb7ekjaGt1LMyogPX2yBn9TYPRfK2ocSDxeuP7xpIILmn0GUJD1ZRRHakGuQy_kBY6y-dTmzNJJZjRdVSYyfJijW6qDXdZIicxMB0Pr-/s1600-h/meal+6+ahmed.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSzyTLL-9n5-yWMpaI050iZ_BXBzrvVbQ60VuCb7ekjaGt1LMyogPX2yBn9TYPRfK2ocSDxeuP7xpIILmn0GUJD1ZRRHakGuQy_kBY6y-dTmzNJJZjRdVSYyfJijW6qDXdZIicxMB0Pr-/s400/meal+6+ahmed.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436629985066384914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfhquy6gl8HEEn8MycuaPfYnXz4VoyRymG41mTU67-DPAfcMBLZii6I-nlas28kfsrRN-vrmOxLtAuSxVtB8FgHs429b8KVxzcJnEgCZC5MhyTOGbPUagp3JKtWyn_NpuhHkEj9tYjUCW/s1600-h/mr+falfel+2+nd+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfhquy6gl8HEEn8MycuaPfYnXz4VoyRymG41mTU67-DPAfcMBLZii6I-nlas28kfsrRN-vrmOxLtAuSxVtB8FgHs429b8KVxzcJnEgCZC5MhyTOGbPUagp3JKtWyn_NpuhHkEj9tYjUCW/s400/mr+falfel+2+nd+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436613072491472914" /></a><br />Palestinian Eaterie<br />Units T4 - T5 <br />New Shepherd's Bush Market <br />Uxbridge Road <br />London<br />W12 8LH <br /><br />15:00<br /><br />OPEN<br /><br /><br />The second week of the falafel residency started today. We are now mindful of the fact that this project is not as easy as we thought it was going to be. In fact, we are afraid it is going to clash with everything that we set out to do in the book. We are starting the week with a heavy feeling that we are falling into a trap. Unlike our characters in the book that were relatively pliable as they were our alter egos, and even though our superhero actions were fictional, the whole book was deeply rooted in the Palestinian political reality. Now, that we started working with real people, it seems our conversations are drifting away from reality and turning into a polite exchange of feelings and thoughts. We are determined to change that this week. <br /><br />We went to our usual Monday spot, Mr Falafel. Ahmad Yassine, the owner of the place was very happy to see us again and prepared a lovely plate of warm falafel, pickles, bread and humous accompanied by mint tea.<br /><br />Oreet wanted to know more about Palestinian cuisine as people in Israel don’t even know of its existence. Larissa will bring a good Palestine cuisine cooking book the next time we meet. Ahmad was very happy to talk about food and explained that Palestinian food is of course very similar to that of other countries in the Levant region. Most people know Lebanese food, which is very similar to Syrian and Palestinian cuisine. This is mostly because the Lebanese were one of the first from the region to emigrate to South America, Europe and the US, and introduce their food there. One of the dishes he talked about was particularly Palestinian, called Mussakhan. It is a very interesting dish that combines grilled chicken with lots of onions soaked in oil and baked in Taboon bread. It is really delicious and what gives it its particular taste is the generous amount of sumac and pine nuts that are sprinkled on top.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhWR5gVYFDQJu3MIxcMzdXF7hcA_QbRF9vnJ0ph-KQ5bhm0SaBblUydnk6tEY4SksZ99jzeZ4Ibwpif2kMx20wWJxV5G3dxotikxind-d70tiljbCqm3sEVtHtYk_tgZ1MEACylwaPgUg/s1600-h/mussahkan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhWR5gVYFDQJu3MIxcMzdXF7hcA_QbRF9vnJ0ph-KQ5bhm0SaBblUydnk6tEY4SksZ99jzeZ4Ibwpif2kMx20wWJxV5G3dxotikxind-d70tiljbCqm3sEVtHtYk_tgZ1MEACylwaPgUg/s400/mussahkan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436632026219947474" /></a><br />Mussakhan, grilled chicken with lots of onions soaked in oil and baked in Taboon bread, with generous amounts of sumac and pine nuts. Most Israelis have no idea that Palestinian cuisine even exists, or what it might consist of. Here is the <a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Mussakhan-Baked-Chicken-on-Bread-Middle-East-Palestine-326695">recipe</a> for Mussakhan<br /><br /><br />Ahmad also talked about the food from the Tiberias region where he comes from, and Larissa remembered the fish from the lake in Tiberias. This used to be her favourite fish when she was growing up. Larissa remembers Tiberias as a magical place. It used to be her favourite holiday place when she was a child. She loved swimming in that lake. She used to go there with her family for long holidays as well as camping trips with her school. It is one place that she is very sad she cannot visit anymore. As a Palestinian, she is not allowed to enter Israel at all. St Peter’s fish (A type of Tilapia) is delicious!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1mcyKGcxQsTHRnLtM_E9TSsXN1Znh-Bsc43gN6aBD6t0XV4aRGoq1_FW8Cge00p_CKyzAuWVh-pnqi8kfn8fhYOzz5MJbP_IhH3tufGvrXlzIa71KzYW9vWDhyphenhyphenQloLda9MXJPck8lKej/s1600-h/Tilapia_zilli_Kineret.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1mcyKGcxQsTHRnLtM_E9TSsXN1Znh-Bsc43gN6aBD6t0XV4aRGoq1_FW8Cge00p_CKyzAuWVh-pnqi8kfn8fhYOzz5MJbP_IhH3tufGvrXlzIa71KzYW9vWDhyphenhyphenQloLda9MXJPck8lKej/s400/Tilapia_zilli_Kineret.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436630265276050258" /></a><br />St Peter’s fish (A type of Tilapia) from the Tiberias region, which Palestinians no longer have access to.<br /><br /><br />Ahmad explained that a lot of Palestinians that own restaurants abroad refer to their food as Lebanese and that says a lot about Palestinian identity. Many do this because they don’t think that people abroad would be interested in Palestinian food as there are so many negative associations with Palestine. This in turn builds an erroneous image to the world of what Palestine is. Ahmad goes on to say that this self-censorship, if you will, is not only limited to restaurants but to many other fields. Palestinians often hide their identity for fear of being harassed. Ahmad went on to tell us a story which was both emotional, complex, and telling about some of the work relationships in his job at a manufacturing systems place. This story could have easily fitted in Paul Haggis’s film Crash, about racial and social tensions in Los Angeles. It was a painful episode that partly contributed to him leaving his job and looking for another source of income rather than in his trade, and so he opened a falafel place.<br /> <br /><br />It is interesting to note that in a previous article in the Guardian, about people from war zones who run successful businesses in the UK, they wrote that Ahmad has a PHD in chemical engineering; whereas what he really has is a Masters in advanced manufacturing systems. It is amusing to see how people want to project their own myths unto him. It is amusingly fitting here, when the subject matter at hand is Palestine. The Guardian also put his mobile number in the article, and since then he said, people from all across the UK call him to chat; he found this amusing. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlV62mFlhLnMdEIbk26yyfLnZqZ0a0WwvJPXiUYCE5WD3t8vlz5PW7lY6m4GnnrSPuHdS9o5UrMZu3jSZsuEmiuIUVp9zyWLHMvuojaXGa_1eOHLA6iFbxz2jXePzpGrzp0JXe6NjFedQ/s1600-h/6th+meal+ahmed.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlV62mFlhLnMdEIbk26yyfLnZqZ0a0WwvJPXiUYCE5WD3t8vlz5PW7lY6m4GnnrSPuHdS9o5UrMZu3jSZsuEmiuIUVp9zyWLHMvuojaXGa_1eOHLA6iFbxz2jXePzpGrzp0JXe6NjFedQ/s400/6th+meal+ahmed.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436629707548204226" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn7PeX_XG8fpJJASNTrt_O4I0-EJ6XTGpgYH48eUqzN9gemyUUpF2YYn1nf1J203M3-Xi5Xzg4fVcOXShTMS4Ue8SUt0cBVhKt1MH_YbVVGvkKGANXsOfOYV9pTle0jApTNj0dYV3pY_y/s1600-h/oreet+6th+meal.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn7PeX_XG8fpJJASNTrt_O4I0-EJ6XTGpgYH48eUqzN9gemyUUpF2YYn1nf1J203M3-Xi5Xzg4fVcOXShTMS4Ue8SUt0cBVhKt1MH_YbVVGvkKGANXsOfOYV9pTle0jApTNj0dYV3pY_y/s400/oreet+6th+meal.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436000641325912210" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUjKdiplM5GMKPQfv9CDTXIvPskhpyR9fi-ZF8JWJmr5M0SZLbWtx7E3lgvIsWXjpPeQfbuXxPHRn-uYF7w7kDH1P9TmnL43uE7uJHNsLtzHg2RZJdMy99BAz1qL4VVyHLxj1buAIu6Svs/s1600-h/larissa+nad+6th.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUjKdiplM5GMKPQfv9CDTXIvPskhpyR9fi-ZF8JWJmr5M0SZLbWtx7E3lgvIsWXjpPeQfbuXxPHRn-uYF7w7kDH1P9TmnL43uE7uJHNsLtzHg2RZJdMy99BAz1qL4VVyHLxj1buAIu6Svs/s400/larissa+nad+6th.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436007136426701666" /></a>Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-39984325650445661482010-01-18T01:39:00.000-08:002010-03-04T07:58:27.018-08:009 February 2010, Pita<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYjx_icX2B_-1Wy0yCIvCFgfnb4OQ7yJuNIsamHgLJfDpWIC01hlQjYsP-Aw0465VZfpAzo8hBDnZup4mJnp3W8gOgWjvNIYvF5Wq0638fJodg9UHjoVmCwoOvpK8i27rvnStR2X3YX_z/s1600-h/pita+kathy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYjx_icX2B_-1Wy0yCIvCFgfnb4OQ7yJuNIsamHgLJfDpWIC01hlQjYsP-Aw0465VZfpAzo8hBDnZup4mJnp3W8gOgWjvNIYvF5Wq0638fJodg9UHjoVmCwoOvpK8i27rvnStR2X3YX_z/s400/pita+kathy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436635404694339762" /></a><br />Kathy Kenny and Mars Kaliszewski<br /><br />Iraqi Jewish/Israeli Eaterie<br />98 Golders Green Rd<br />London <br />NW11 8HB <br /><br />15:00<br /><br />FULL<br /><br />We went to Pita today, a falafel shop in Golders Green. Right upon entering we were greeted with loud Israeli music, with jolly military songs repeating the line “Jerusalem is for us” over and over again. It was shocking! This genre of music came from the era of Israeli Military bands, and whilst they might sound 'innocent' to the everyday Israeli listener, they are steeped in military and Zionist overtones, and are part of the brain-washing machine that the Israeli national project is. If we had any doubts earlier as to how politicized the falafel was, this experience put an end to them. <br /><br />It was uncomfortable sitting there with this loud aggressive music looking at a menu that seems to also proclaim that falafels, kibbeh, tabouleh salad, and so on are also Israeli. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6hduwA08AIgYW8h-YR052z6A7yzD6hqUTipsV0U_qw7y10x2xYFWhrNp-MA8lRpBJhB8rpgvBVbvAtwFtZoxI38MjsF3fyFJGaba6cgJvK0RmqZAMkuFJT6uV2Pd54o0RPi8P6PgJQgG/s1600-h/pita+menu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6hduwA08AIgYW8h-YR052z6A7yzD6hqUTipsV0U_qw7y10x2xYFWhrNp-MA8lRpBJhB8rpgvBVbvAtwFtZoxI38MjsF3fyFJGaba6cgJvK0RmqZAMkuFJT6uV2Pd54o0RPi8P6PgJQgG/s400/pita+menu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436635681691104898" /></a><br />Like the falafel, 'Israeli Salad' has also came to be recognised as something of a national dish, however, both are based on local Palestinian staple diet. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8mZXTuUDW5WpHo5YAY5L3G9LIa6c6CP8UVQUudrsTtHnsBkM7S0Ob88xFGdRPf4VfkCRvMycvZUYA9ZT4FEFfpgW_EBG1UDr6Un5egOeWCsa8B9jwPdmmV2j2am-z8IRR6lKfuAz3jq_A/s1600-h/kube+pita.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8mZXTuUDW5WpHo5YAY5L3G9LIa6c6CP8UVQUudrsTtHnsBkM7S0Ob88xFGdRPf4VfkCRvMycvZUYA9ZT4FEFfpgW_EBG1UDr6Un5egOeWCsa8B9jwPdmmV2j2am-z8IRR6lKfuAz3jq_A/s400/kube+pita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436636022642183106" /></a><br />Kibbeh is a Levantine Arab dish made of bulgur and chopped meat. The dish was brought to Israel by Mizrachi Jews from Middle Eastern countries.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-27932041613425722612010-01-18T01:38:00.000-08:002010-03-04T08:08:58.463-08:0010 February 2010, Margareta & Marcus' House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouWEgTaN9BCcw1foDWfLnlLJ1URBci5nKWOe-ZhsyunWT7W3mqHXIRQ-9PmYyIx_yLSJdnC1atZf-2lNJkzITpSWZELbzsGcqO4fMdtKN5nHhig85gNbWHv6DT7TFyZtqjllu1_uOVlRH/s1600-h/meal+8+before.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouWEgTaN9BCcw1foDWfLnlLJ1URBci5nKWOe-ZhsyunWT7W3mqHXIRQ-9PmYyIx_yLSJdnC1atZf-2lNJkzITpSWZELbzsGcqO4fMdtKN5nHhig85gNbWHv6DT7TFyZtqjllu1_uOVlRH/s400/meal+8+before.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437375766832503170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkT3F1qgJQ-RNlCLwJfouKGx9O4PMqQ7ff3ZomCsY3fGK4z7oOCkAI6fRDWBMWN4OO97F5ZKgoUSODGRsMjfQZjIbHmE6UUXlWh3ELdF_4PN2HBNMadRyvNjZQOsPtatQZV5dD8-JAptFU/s1600-h/falafels+waiting.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkT3F1qgJQ-RNlCLwJfouKGx9O4PMqQ7ff3ZomCsY3fGK4z7oOCkAI6fRDWBMWN4OO97F5ZKgoUSODGRsMjfQZjIbHmE6UUXlWh3ELdF_4PN2HBNMadRyvNjZQOsPtatQZV5dD8-JAptFU/s400/falafels+waiting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437365198237668978" /></a><br /><br />Home Made Deep Fried Falafel waiting in the oven<br />A Bohemian falafel night<br /><br />During this meal, we watched <a href="http://www.youtube.com/savethechildrenuk?gl=GB&hl=en-GB#p/u/6/">4 films</a> by Rayna Nadeen and Stuart Bamforth. Working in collaboration with Save The Children, they travelled to Gaza to work with seven 15-16 year olds over the course of two weeks making films about their lives. <br /><br /><br />19:30 <br /><br />Numbers limited!<br />FULL<br /><br />Falafel dinner<br /><br />Tonight we were invited to a home made falafel dinner at Margareta and Marcus’ House. Our lovely hosts took care of all the details, from food to high tech equipment. We arrived to a warm room with a long table full of Middle Eastern food and most importantly falafel. A projection screen came down to cover the long window at the end of the table. It was a perfect situation, a combination of food and art presentations!<br /><br />Margareta and Marcus wanted to make falafel from scratch, but after searching for days for how to do it best, they decided to go for a ready-made mix. It wasn’t an easy task for them, but after a long research they came upon what they believe is the best falafel mix they found: Casbah Falafel.<br /><br />There were about 13 people, mostly artists and some curators. We started by presenting our project and showing our blog to give a feeling to everyone present what the idea behind the falafel was. As usual Edd took out camera “Flip” and the cheese board; another falafel meal has begun.<br /><br />We moved on to watch four films by Rayna Nadeen and Stuart Bamforth. They made these films in collaboration with Save the Children in Gaza. They documented the lives of children in the Gaza strip and how the last war on Gaza has left them with deep psychological scars. The films were very touching especially when the children kept repeating that all they wanted was to feel secure and that all their friends and family be alive the next day. It seems like a very straight forward wish, yet so heart breaking to hear from a child. <br /><br />We discussed the pluses and minuses of representing children from Gaza and the usual images of misery in all of Palestine. On the one hand, it is informative, but on the other hand, it again reiterates and cements these images of Palestinians in the poorest and most dilapidated surroundings. The repetition of these scenes almost makes the spectator equate this background with the Palestinian natural habitat. It is a bit disturbing, as there has to be a clear message of a before and after, otherwise it seems as though Palestinians always lived in these conditions. But these are all after- thoughts that we share with each other (just the two of us), as the films were brilliant. They of course do make one question media and issues of representation when it comes to the Middle East.<br /><br />One visitor, who is also a mother, said that it changed her views completely which was really great to hear. So it feels that in terms of representations, certain films that are made to raise awareness outside of Palestine and by Palestinians themselves, do fulfil a certain criteria. On the other hand, one wonders if these films that are, of course, of great importance, if they don't end up contributing to a very particular image of Palestinians. Ever since 1948, the Palestinians have been the subjects of documentaries. This, although is done to inform, does inevitably put the Palestinians in the role of the analyzed and the viewer in the role of the analyzer. Palestinian documentarists as well as filmmakers from abroad add to this hierarchy, by the sheer repetition of films of this sort. In our view the world desperately needs to see a big side of Palestine that it has not been seen before, so that the spectator's mere sympathy can turn into real empathy. This reminded us of Notre Musique, a 2005 film by Jean-Luc Goadard. “In 1948”, Godard says, “the Israelites walked in the water to reach the Holy Land. The Palestinians walked in the water to drown. Shot and reverse shot. Israel becomes the stuff of fiction. The Palestinians, of documentary.”<br /><br />The film <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCL6WdnuNp4">Peace, Propaganda and the Promised Land</a> (Part1) sheds light on Israel's media control in the USA, in relation to its position in the region.<br /><br />It was a great night, the food was great, the films were touching and the discussions around the table were lively. It almost reminded us of what bohemian life must have been. A Bohemian falafel night.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOfDJXsanhr6qEpOKOJE1fOoKp8GV213uNdDALel5O4PCLAjikjZxsP6BNpT_1-Fwl9tGoWdqd6_2ngP5hkbnLMU695FHEGK-DvfWaWmqLahs4rdrw6fDw1mHG0nhx5tqWGCTMMs3VazW/s1600-h/8th+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOfDJXsanhr6qEpOKOJE1fOoKp8GV213uNdDALel5O4PCLAjikjZxsP6BNpT_1-Fwl9tGoWdqd6_2ngP5hkbnLMU695FHEGK-DvfWaWmqLahs4rdrw6fDw1mHG0nhx5tqWGCTMMs3VazW/s400/8th+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437365679068406722" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qQ7YEO33X6wqiGGVB5IKqH6dCXsIB_eYCiGVNJZegAvY6v4lBo-JsURnpLFhPMEHHX1hNVGfvCRvHz_SPAcBJTKLPQtYFaIUU8OnAkZ73olTga8TUvdcb2NSo9f9i7eSEjF2bJNeBpId/s1600-h/8th+meal+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg4IlfohaQHhtY5ISfvq_1_vqn2awLohdGK9og8yHBH2xrIogPwF9QNSWkzymV3W2mgdp63-YvzwUo0nydyYw1ECWmTYqBSZW1gdF6YhPFyZo7J1gv0dhcIeYF5QkosjK2rK8Dkuzn4tz/s400/falfale+mix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437372274985514306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOn99pHDk8rBbTvV5lNdOPZGbmW9JRw4vyHTyB52iGuBLsbPGuK1_KvzukY3V4iVmiwYsvb5DW4aXIKj-fxFNnOcoRT_j82WBxNszZlvc4hr9roayTIBk-suv9qRft3h_gWWXbwDemniA3/s1600-h/recepie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOn99pHDk8rBbTvV5lNdOPZGbmW9JRw4vyHTyB52iGuBLsbPGuK1_KvzukY3V4iVmiwYsvb5DW4aXIKj-fxFNnOcoRT_j82WBxNszZlvc4hr9roayTIBk-suv9qRft3h_gWWXbwDemniA3/s400/recepie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437373689020088162" /></a>Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-43224915169515371252010-01-18T01:36:00.000-08:002010-03-04T08:18:07.622-08:0012 February 2010, Slemani<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXQ2lQb1aj3XPJbrlHOweW05mbxYIPmA1RMQdW26OIBExPDKxOUhPsTPkVwQhd35jZtadD8B-eyzGo2A_Jj_g4L_iISArrMNnTep8iMWjlHBp0X0kcVaSb-H-jU0YkmKVdkJzV9WVD_hG/s1600-h/falafel++itself+9th+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXQ2lQb1aj3XPJbrlHOweW05mbxYIPmA1RMQdW26OIBExPDKxOUhPsTPkVwQhd35jZtadD8B-eyzGo2A_Jj_g4L_iISArrMNnTep8iMWjlHBp0X0kcVaSb-H-jU0YkmKVdkJzV9WVD_hG/s400/falafel++itself+9th+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438805392788300754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMm27dE5ZxxBkwFmFEDS3HOW5vb4hWhSGmpMlfsZ9_99zWMmrZH98pPyRVy5x57n9y1q6bBh2dqX9lDymPc5fFJ_lOefl-IpONG66JMO4nIsGH1537cyR0ZOPHT_et7EepXfjc8EQ1t-4F/s1600-h/Hiwa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMm27dE5ZxxBkwFmFEDS3HOW5vb4hWhSGmpMlfsZ9_99zWMmrZH98pPyRVy5x57n9y1q6bBh2dqX9lDymPc5fFJ_lOefl-IpONG66JMO4nIsGH1537cyR0ZOPHT_et7EepXfjc8EQ1t-4F/s400/Hiwa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438802039752705474" /></a><br /><br />Iraqi Eaterie <br />130 Edgware Road <br />London<br />W2 2DZ<br /><br />18:00<br /><br />FULL<br /><br />Iraqi falafel<br />It is our 9th meal and it is getting very hard to face another falafel.<br /><br />BUT<br /><br />Iraqi falafels are wonderful! They are different and combine just the right amount of spiciness, crispness and fluffiness! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvZ8kUBNYNOOcCb96I8J5fQaGIAJ6CHSLE8Eohap_xYXElZI58Ygsw8cUg879u6jsAXFEU4X7PbPAZw3nFmks7_20iQ3VW4x6stgX2k30HfvLo-AexAreCN9SlhZp5Fg9stxQeiKkywuB/s1600-h/food+9th.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvZ8kUBNYNOOcCb96I8J5fQaGIAJ6CHSLE8Eohap_xYXElZI58Ygsw8cUg879u6jsAXFEU4X7PbPAZw3nFmks7_20iQ3VW4x6stgX2k30HfvLo-AexAreCN9SlhZp5Fg9stxQeiKkywuB/s400/food+9th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438802422892495458" /></a><br /><br />This was our 9th falafel meal, so we felt like trying more of the Iraqi food on offer. The menu looked delicious and included Iraqi dishes such as Mahshi and Dolma (stuffed vegetables), Biryani, Quzi and much more. We ordered quite a bit. It was 7 of us this time including Janna and Hiwa K (Artist in residence) from the Serpentine Edgware Rd. project and Aileen Daly (Art editor) and Howie Jaffe, a TV producer.<br /><br />Hiwa is from Iraq (Kurdistan) and he advised us to drink Shinina with our meal. He said Iraqis drink this with everything. It is a salty yogurt drink and it came in a huge pitcher to our table.<br /><br />Hiwa K told us that the name of the restaurant Slemani, where we sat, is the name of his hometown and so the food and music are very familiar.<br />He also told us that he couldn’t enter Israel nor Palestine. He couldn’t enter Israel because he is seen there as Iraqi, and Palestine as he is seen as a Kurd, and hence a supporter of the USA. He explained than many Kurds do support the USA and see them as saviours from the hardships they had to suffer by previous regimes. Hiwa said that he would love to visit Palestine/Israel.<br />For his residency at the Serpentine Edgware project, he is planning to revive 1970s songs and music from countries such as Afghanistan, Egypt and Iraq, with local singers and music players. He also mentioned a project titled<a href="http://estrangementproject.blogspot.com/"> Estrangement</a>, a multi-stage international project initiated by curator Aneta Szylak and artist Hiwa K. He talked about how they changed the blog when they got various criticisms from fellow artists in relation to orientalist representations, and how those who gave the feedback, were pleased by the fact that their feedback was followed through. This is of great interest to us, since we run a blog, and always seek feedback. <br /><br />The food was great, but we had such a hard time hearing one another. The music was too loud for any conversation to take place unfortunately. At some point during the night the music calmed down a little bit at which time we started discussing the idea of making a reality show based on some ideas that came up during our falafel road residency. We thought it should include elements of falafel cooking and a big brother type environment, with 10 falafel makers from various national and cultural backgrounds. Eileen’s friend<br />Howie Jaffe who had produced various documentaries and Reality TV shows for channels such as MTV and others, told us that he spent 2 weeks in 2004 with a colleague trying to come up with a pitch for a falafel TV project, but did not feel they nailed it, so we talked about joining forces on that one. We decided we should meet later and talk about it seriously under quieter circumstances. We also recorded him over and over again saying the same thing about falafel, as it was so noisy, it was the first time we had to ‘act’ for the camera. He said that now he know what it feels like to be on the other side of the camera☺<br />We are very excited about the idea and are planning to follow it through. <br /><br /><br />The conversation went more surreal with the music, the lighting and our thoughts of what to do on the 25th for the open studio. On the agenda were falafel fights, and putting all the falafel ingredients on the floor (chick peas, parsley, pepper, etc.) whilst all are invited to take their shoes off and mash the ingredients into a pulp, like wine making. We want a big mess, actions, physical involvement, but we need a concept to go with it. We don’t want to represent the Middle East yet again as a site of battle and mess.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXhXHJADpInKffGJu4m9mwq8vDR89j4oWBYLvMwHqKCRQ2XcGYST0xlE3XSuxLO9BBAFboTx142iq3MHu8-5Hrfk0KaZ0sCK0kOjImAS0yR1dnZlGXblTmHJugRaGX3OxyjYsV1tGSHDh/s1600-h/all+of+us+9th+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXhXHJADpInKffGJu4m9mwq8vDR89j4oWBYLvMwHqKCRQ2XcGYST0xlE3XSuxLO9BBAFboTx142iq3MHu8-5Hrfk0KaZ0sCK0kOjImAS0yR1dnZlGXblTmHJugRaGX3OxyjYsV1tGSHDh/s400/all+of+us+9th+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438803005149860450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUADb5HVV1rc2Jbu9g5C4-TvoticarefXuvlyp251VN0XhXSBEM29vByilohZQv-ytx-UCtXvJ7jhxjSyQjPzjrpi3f-fhP90n9-OClbsT1lL8eUleTKkxQ-4OM4mrPzqH8X44eBxrsfIw/s1600-h/lightd+9+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUADb5HVV1rc2Jbu9g5C4-TvoticarefXuvlyp251VN0XhXSBEM29vByilohZQv-ytx-UCtXvJ7jhxjSyQjPzjrpi3f-fhP90n9-OClbsT1lL8eUleTKkxQ-4OM4mrPzqH8X44eBxrsfIw/s400/lightd+9+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438804257406399618" /></a>Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-6906798701705100602010-01-18T01:34:00.002-08:002010-03-06T04:23:17.410-08:0013 February 2010, Food, Glorious Food! event, Iniva, followed bydinner at Zengi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QjoKn_pSs4z96vHqzPnsMa9wzwygzBDgcS87dNKhpkXiOX1GNMMaN5v_7R6r8lx0lG6MOuVb4ixuPyCKHLGui2I2vhVtIluKeYhY8gVfCJKrS9wsfgAnudb_FXFY_O8FJX3lhwhR7cM2/s1600-h/10th+iniva+crowd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QjoKn_pSs4z96vHqzPnsMa9wzwygzBDgcS87dNKhpkXiOX1GNMMaN5v_7R6r8lx0lG6MOuVb4ixuPyCKHLGui2I2vhVtIluKeYhY8gVfCJKrS9wsfgAnudb_FXFY_O8FJX3lhwhR7cM2/s400/10th+iniva+crowd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438816145444952450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFE4hpC1hzKTC1cbHUIykoOSUMWvD2NruCzWDYOPYcDMqkHmR5krsw-nbYyvrwqSTUPnSIB_2FuEuZMPelcRsBVi4rshGovSgBeiva4OmF7f5_BoDm5M4pQHrc5M7EtRa971yA6guZN2wD/s1600-h/10th+crwod.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFE4hpC1hzKTC1cbHUIykoOSUMWvD2NruCzWDYOPYcDMqkHmR5krsw-nbYyvrwqSTUPnSIB_2FuEuZMPelcRsBVi4rshGovSgBeiva4OmF7f5_BoDm5M4pQHrc5M7EtRa971yA6guZN2wD/s400/10th+crwod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438815810443224066" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNZCGAAJIAG-gsnJEZaVWJeBgRPgpDDRXcfvjRxwwDq4k81Lc9Lu1qY_4x8ckQyLx1ktkIhYfj4o86iZSAfmCjQPnR7I-UL8THgacAZAEN-1f31Ts3OBV9tXtmgqHpgASGtnNLuWbN9vf/s1600-h/10th+the+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNZCGAAJIAG-gsnJEZaVWJeBgRPgpDDRXcfvjRxwwDq4k81Lc9Lu1qY_4x8ckQyLx1ktkIhYfj4o86iZSAfmCjQPnR7I-UL8THgacAZAEN-1f31Ts3OBV9tXtmgqHpgASGtnNLuWbN9vf/s400/10th+the+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438814055643844114" /></a><br />Meal at Zengi after the food event<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xb51XHHgPYefYMyBC6TCpw3fhWXYWDXseeI76F8oldp25HXYVp31NozN2pJckcUB9ckfLIGdbupIzpM4bYjZTUrGF6TYt54S77HxgsQtGKwjT0sm-Y5vZrdQgU8GFLmjFXeH07HD-DBZ/s1600-h/10th+falafel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xb51XHHgPYefYMyBC6TCpw3fhWXYWDXseeI76F8oldp25HXYVp31NozN2pJckcUB9ckfLIGdbupIzpM4bYjZTUrGF6TYt54S77HxgsQtGKwjT0sm-Y5vZrdQgU8GFLmjFXeH07HD-DBZ/s400/10th+falafel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438820563799452418" /></a><br />Falafel later at Zengi, the food and staff were divine, bring your own bottle.<br /><br />Rivington Place<br />Rivington Street<br />London<br />EC2A 3BA<br /><br />Dinner at Zengi,<br />Turkish restaurant<br />44 Commercial St<br />E1 6LT<br /><br />Food, Glorious Food<br />Iniva, Rivington Place, Saturday 13th of February, 16.00-18.00, free<br /><br />Artists Mad for Real, Bobby Baker, Blanch and Shock, Richard DeDomenici, DoEAT, Antonia Grant, Scottee, Shabnam Shabazi, Caroline Smith, Superflex, Ali Zaidi and Oreet Ashery and Larissa Sansour will present, for the time it takes to boil an egg, polemics about the political meanings of food in their work. Free, open to the public.<br /><br /><br /><br />16:00-18:00<br /><br />Open<br /><br />The event was interesting since food was approached through various concerns and practices, the discussion was too short, but opened up questions around the consumers/artists responsibilities /ethics in relation to the boycott of Israeli goods, and going to Maoz (uses Israeli products in principle) for falafel, for example, or going to multinationals like Starbucks. We also touched upon the need to de-pathologise our attitudes to food, and how safe is it to eat stuff other than food, for the sake of art, like make up.<br />At the dinner the atmosphere was really warm, we were worried that all these big personalities put together could make it intense :) but in fact it was totally relaxed. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbf3NBMyt94q-t8kblSIPGOin48h7a5wwwrrUBv1SDYGPDBihQTmgcOz5N0kNU8lYyu595rv6q2bisJcP_QnuwAR4KRQuQGFo4k9kcVIIX8mQGSpxQcr5dwCTlXwWoaa_Wb_W_yb2aEN3/s1600-h/10th+iniva+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbf3NBMyt94q-t8kblSIPGOin48h7a5wwwrrUBv1SDYGPDBihQTmgcOz5N0kNU8lYyu595rv6q2bisJcP_QnuwAR4KRQuQGFo4k9kcVIIX8mQGSpxQcr5dwCTlXwWoaa_Wb_W_yb2aEN3/s400/10th+iniva+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438813082096301762" /></a><br />Larissa's and Oreet's presentation with this blog, with Andrew Mitchelson from the Live Arts Development Agency, we could not have done it without him.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0k_YGu6I2q2_HWBhU7XaeF7YsgSKyKNCycaeqjkINrhUeuyr5lkZqR2l7y5Y0tJ1b1RqFVjd7KI37w-wgX8DVQ-W2eQ06TsUpli1vHwo86U_a4Ps8Y0b_loTKtD0HBIN1EkOBydC0jdJ/s1600-h/10th+iniva+mad+for+real.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0k_YGu6I2q2_HWBhU7XaeF7YsgSKyKNCycaeqjkINrhUeuyr5lkZqR2l7y5Y0tJ1b1RqFVjd7KI37w-wgX8DVQ-W2eQ06TsUpli1vHwo86U_a4Ps8Y0b_loTKtD0HBIN1EkOBydC0jdJ/s400/10th+iniva+mad+for+real.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438814632489873218" /></a><br />Mad for Real showing a video of a Soya and Ketchup fight.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyL0lfQCdhrCpw2xUTW7hYMrGveyNrSPOh5yhQQTXjLni-ovVufOLT9Nm0GvlU3sfBXgDjcROfgN6xbW2sdlLRqnIUCcGArCt-9TnTfZsF-0CdrOZwTeb7fLSabicU35TDALCGu7HT8Mt/s1600-h/1oth+bobby+baker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyL0lfQCdhrCpw2xUTW7hYMrGveyNrSPOh5yhQQTXjLni-ovVufOLT9Nm0GvlU3sfBXgDjcROfgN6xbW2sdlLRqnIUCcGArCt-9TnTfZsF-0CdrOZwTeb7fLSabicU35TDALCGu7HT8Mt/s400/1oth+bobby+baker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438816695228886706" /></a><br />Bobby Baker, conceptually boiling an egg, and talking about tattooed eyebrows after chemotherapy, the egg had eyebrows drawn on with a permanent marker.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XZIsi7sCe15k5LAzU5_oAQaEx_RhyzBZXNnompNUpTicbJu90eXt1idDvBPcsh_GfEtjaNbjEmCUTmy-NROIKuycv4KTmlBQmTko67tjB7sVK0Hj2mfGSYweSxZ0Jkoq5RiGdqC02zRP/s1600-h/10th+carolien+smith.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XZIsi7sCe15k5LAzU5_oAQaEx_RhyzBZXNnompNUpTicbJu90eXt1idDvBPcsh_GfEtjaNbjEmCUTmy-NROIKuycv4KTmlBQmTko67tjB7sVK0Hj2mfGSYweSxZ0Jkoq5RiGdqC02zRP/s400/10th+carolien+smith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438817547330616658" /></a><br />Caroline Smith asked us to watch her eating with love in our eyes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUbs0Ns2-gm3rpQU_yVOjD6nBHnlvGavFR6uD5V4-e02M7W65Zd-Yz2JZ6ilZ9AGXNr_2nPWhiHoBai6WeEUu4pi68NBu0Y13ZJjmasYbfy6GYXDrJhKuEqTYuebNYtAHgu0UuMI4ep2v/s1600-h/10th+dedominichi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUbs0Ns2-gm3rpQU_yVOjD6nBHnlvGavFR6uD5V4-e02M7W65Zd-Yz2JZ6ilZ9AGXNr_2nPWhiHoBai6WeEUu4pi68NBu0Y13ZJjmasYbfy6GYXDrJhKuEqTYuebNYtAHgu0UuMI4ep2v/s400/10th+dedominichi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438817972309813026" /></a><br />Richard DeDomenici miraculously managed to present for exactly five minutes, the time it takes to boil an egg.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitksPIhkb6BSxHZGOPZqBSlbwLOnY6KxtprT3FdJYRtZazadkm4y1WgosA-z-BdmtsNOTAeh0TF1YQkZ1mNkBdOBgiwKyNy98nDn2Qhd_Z1i0OSGOj3VNxtaQVI4R7T0ELfWuktPYnRTmK/s1600-h/10th+henrita.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitksPIhkb6BSxHZGOPZqBSlbwLOnY6KxtprT3FdJYRtZazadkm4y1WgosA-z-BdmtsNOTAeh0TF1YQkZ1mNkBdOBgiwKyNy98nDn2Qhd_Z1i0OSGOj3VNxtaQVI4R7T0ELfWuktPYnRTmK/s400/10th+henrita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438818858801341186" /></a><br />Antonia Grant, who used to be a chef, and is now an artist.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYa5MbNrQ21meJNz5h13kyVTyC35oVgyE8l0M3QYcXXed322_w76hqvx3rrijnNIr7WmuKEpYcnBPG2Zjkr93UnAbYS7OiXCDnhfuvc6JLKLbgn2WDLxOmG-CFeZqML8gQ73kNkP0X-nz/s1600-h/10th+skyp+ewith+super+fles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYa5MbNrQ21meJNz5h13kyVTyC35oVgyE8l0M3QYcXXed322_w76hqvx3rrijnNIr7WmuKEpYcnBPG2Zjkr93UnAbYS7OiXCDnhfuvc6JLKLbgn2WDLxOmG-CFeZqML8gQ73kNkP0X-nz/s400/10th+skyp+ewith+super+fles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438819297758404162" /></a><br />A Skype conversation with Rasmus from Superflex, whilst he is at a dinner party in Stockholm.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCxUahSV7KB5oWbiZ2PQ6kbAWbTo0vIi-EIc5uYwIwj-qJi-CgJPs-T-keKxnMU7z0XwjGPf5J1bP02CN6ImIfh1vsWOFzUbnz68fpoYVbb8JToGfj05FQH4gA6b27fNmiPiBvXae9MdB/s1600-h/10th+iniva+shabs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCxUahSV7KB5oWbiZ2PQ6kbAWbTo0vIi-EIc5uYwIwj-qJi-CgJPs-T-keKxnMU7z0XwjGPf5J1bP02CN6ImIfh1vsWOFzUbnz68fpoYVbb8JToGfj05FQH4gA6b27fNmiPiBvXae9MdB/s400/10th+iniva+shabs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438819853214451346" /></a><br />Shabnam Shabazi eating pistachios and pouring the brown mass from her mouth into an A4 paper to create a map in the shape of Iran.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-35771775710355224502010-01-18T01:34:00.001-08:002010-03-06T04:35:49.906-08:0014 February 2010, Half Way crisis, Vietnamese restaurant<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3ZXkFxk2AaGxzXtqT1ts_Gsx8pd02mXKQtsQXYq0ojAkmIUNbwripngcENgccH7laSxArNalSVqN4ac3IyP1gyN_-5NLHS-Me1vq5ps3tprg4VUTUU3X1nQIIV92285gIcI-EW2KqPX2/s1600-h/3966889995_ab86fc7136.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3ZXkFxk2AaGxzXtqT1ts_Gsx8pd02mXKQtsQXYq0ojAkmIUNbwripngcENgccH7laSxArNalSVqN4ac3IyP1gyN_-5NLHS-Me1vq5ps3tprg4VUTUU3X1nQIIV92285gIcI-EW2KqPX2/s400/3966889995_ab86fc7136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438826985590907218" /></a><br />Image from Google<br /><br />Cay Tre<br />Vietnamese Restaurant<br />301 Old Street<br />EC1V 9LA<br /><br />and drinks at<br /><br />Bogayo<br />Morrocan Bar and resturant<br />320 OLD street<br />EC1 9DR<br /><br /><br /><br /> <br />20:00<br /><br />FULL<br /><br /><br />Half time, and a crisis erupts<br />This meal was a crisis point, not only are we sick of falafel, we are also sick of meeting people on a daily basis. It is tasking, since we have no time to reflect. We spent Sunday with 3 page long emails between us. There were harsh words, projections, questioning and even a level of despair. It was Tim’s 30th birthday, our project manager, but we did not go to have a falafel meal with him and his friends, instead we had to meet on our own and talk. We ended up in a Vietnamese place, it was amazing to realise that even this small act of the dismantling of the structure helps us to have an over view. Like in our graphic novel, for a second we stepped out of the frame, as it were, and could have an over-view. There were no cameras; video, or stills, this helped the conversation’s flow too. For about four hours we discussed the residency. A number of issues came up for us during the past two weeks and we were unsure how to reflect them in the next couple of weeks. This was half time and it was not looking good, and we were feeling it might not even be worth it to continue. <br /><br />Entering Pita, Golders Green, and being welcomed by a song’s lyrics saying ‘Jerusalem is Ours’, was just the starter for an uncomfortable meal. The over-bearing sense of Zionist Israel in Pita, forced us to decide not to go to Falafel King, another Israeli falafel place, but instead ‘perform’ a walk out, and go to Maramia Café, a Palestinian restaurant near by. We also were unsure as to how de-politicised the residency is becoming, since the meals are so polite, and the medium of sharing food, does not lend itself to heated arguments (not in England anyway). We were worried that our message is not coming across and that it appears like a residency where everyone eats falafel together and this is a signifier of peace and sharing. We were worried that the randomness of visitors means that some of the visitors to the meals, have no real interest in the topics raised by the residency that are specific to Palestine and hence we are just doing basic awareness raising activities. We felt that although a number of people expressed that they felt ‘converted’ after our meal, we had to ask - could we reach a much wider audience using other means? In relation to the urgency of the problem at hand, is this too pathetic an attempt? We felt that although we set the residency out based on FOOD, a film by Gordon Matta-Clark, where by Falafel Road also acts as a profile of our close networks, we might have benefited more from having only people we don’t know, or only invited people who have very specific interests in the area. This way maybe our blog would have been offering a more in depth analysis. We also felt that we keep dealing with the same representations of Palestinians through the residency, as victims, poor, and underprivileged and that this is very much the general western perspective anyway. We were not sure how we can change this in the residency. The other issue was the sheer undertaking that we have never accounted for, not only the daily meals, but also the blog and the planning of the bigger meals, it is relentless. All this means that we can never actually have a minute to reflect on the painful, delicate, and emotional processes that we are going through. Stuff comes up in the meals that make our relationship to each other as an Israeli and a Palestinian go out of our control, it is as if, for once, we are really a representative of our respective nationalities, or ethnic origins and it is hard to swallow (literally). We feel guilty on each other's behalf; we feel embarrassed on each other's behalf. I feel bad about Israel’s crimes, Larissa feels bad that I feel bad; all of this is not conducive to what we are trying to do, to our political aims. What we found the hardest, was that during the meals at Abu Ali, it was just the two of us and something started to happen, a deeper layer of a conversation opened up, but we were never able to return to it since the meals after that were all with visitors. We also found that various topics are coming up, but we are not able to carry them through, but only to point them out, since each meal generates another dynamic. We wanted to cancel the residency, or to stop the meals and only focus on reflections and on the blog, but realised that to replace one strategy with another one needs time too, and we don’t have any, since the meals are daily and the affect of the residency is durational. So we decided to stick with the meals and the formats, to invite a few specific people, like a human rights lawyer and a writer, and to keep the meals short and concise! This will give us more energy and time for the blog. In terms of the disappearing budget, we decided to pay only for the falafels from now on. Since writing this both invited people unfortunately could not make it on a short notice, we are waiting to hear from others.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-26456098123706513562010-01-18T01:32:00.000-08:002010-03-06T04:44:32.616-08:0015 February 2010, Mr Falafel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifyULrmHVVQzmj2DZt6Hx2CNb3kpRiBjOsaGt2beVhPZmWzYIA6wmpNuFJ8liewTmQ3ISlpyz1dVYMFE3D-w5d_izzME1-9491LDo7Op5vGKkrT8q5qHm2o_nNtIqdBtpumhrwkgJPRouo/s1600-h/12trh+meal+ketup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifyULrmHVVQzmj2DZt6Hx2CNb3kpRiBjOsaGt2beVhPZmWzYIA6wmpNuFJ8liewTmQ3ISlpyz1dVYMFE3D-w5d_izzME1-9491LDo7Op5vGKkrT8q5qHm2o_nNtIqdBtpumhrwkgJPRouo/s400/12trh+meal+ketup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438925715058732658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKweEJWKxg0WDrIx0VAr_KhO4b6ZLR9R7cfyJFrgqX9US_uOkMxXLKmXPYOQOzTKz41sAW323_I1uJrI1tYrkeK8IGRsKsytEuouuaF0pi1eBR74qP65fOyZYksPiZbazIfL55HToeV0bw/s1600-h/12th+meal+pitcure.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKweEJWKxg0WDrIx0VAr_KhO4b6ZLR9R7cfyJFrgqX9US_uOkMxXLKmXPYOQOzTKz41sAW323_I1uJrI1tYrkeK8IGRsKsytEuouuaF0pi1eBR74qP65fOyZYksPiZbazIfL55HToeV0bw/s400/12th+meal+pitcure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438925574601486194" /></a><br />Palestinian Eaterie<br />Units T4 - T5 <br />New Shepherd's Bush Market <br />Uxbridge Road <br />London <br />W12 8LH <br /><br />www.mrfalafel.co.uk<br /><br />15:00 <br /><br />OPEN<br />The benefit of having a third person, and real randomness<br /><br />The Monday after the Sunday crisis, and it is back to Shepherds Bush, it is nice to go to the same place for the third time now, and is it nice to see Ahmad again.<br /><br />We voiced all our concerns and the apparent crisis (see previous meal) to Edd, he listened carefully and asked questions, he asked if a stronger relationship to the shop owners would help, and he also suggested that we put some of the edited video on U tube, to widen our net. He said that it might be good to have short clips just from people answering the question we usually ask them; did Israel steel the falafel from the Palestinians. It is very rewarding to speak to Edd, someone who follows the project closely, yet outside of it and the occupation, as such. We both felt how Edd’s involvement in the project changed from the first couple of meals where he was filming, but explains that he finds that it mostly goes over his head, to now, with his real sensitivity to the issues at hand and a sense of immersion in it, outside the remits of filming and editing. Not to mention that he also eats falafel every day, he said he smells of it now. The conversation with Edd about the crisis and keeping the meals short felt extremely positive. Edd said how happy he was that we are continuing and that we are breaking through the barriers and the difficult stuff in order to see what will come up. Few close people said how happy they were that we have not stopped, or given up. Stopping would never have been giving up, it would only have been a change of strategy, and yet, it seems that it was good we decided to continue. Only now, more informed and in control of the material that is evolving. We felt by the end of the meal that our concerns and methodologies and our general feelings and reflections benefited greatly from the crisis we had. And if we needed another reassurance that our Situationist randomness, yet structured mapping, had value, here came Madeleine. She sat in the café the whole time and came to us at the end to say hi and that she over- heard our conversation and that she deals with the occupation a great deal. We were relieved to hear that she held the same opinions as us regarding the occupation. She told us how she become involved in it and directed us to her website where there are images of her work. Meeting her was the icing on the falafel, for the day. Ahmad said that she has been a regular for years. Now we feel we might even miss this when it is over, we are beginning to form connections and lines of connections between people we meet, the stories are interwoven and London feels smaller than ever. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcQevJYovXEtXDOQG_D_c8eych-notlZtExnlwzCsFbwhASaqxCor1jJI1LGBcYV2aJQmFeQHf_ffoDMIcHL28G0JALr34xRAcmIk-EHMkT-mwlyyf3Yf8uPL5QWmWhoarYX_8BWApysc/s1600-h/12+meal+edd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcQevJYovXEtXDOQG_D_c8eych-notlZtExnlwzCsFbwhASaqxCor1jJI1LGBcYV2aJQmFeQHf_ffoDMIcHL28G0JALr34xRAcmIk-EHMkT-mwlyyf3Yf8uPL5QWmWhoarYX_8BWApysc/s400/12+meal+edd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438925874485886322" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPA7ls7mw2XsSCKjQUBYU9XBkueinbo1FvIHylcwP9523V1c1L5O0Aqlv8HrVpiLwcAeQ-Xwr32J3ttEcKEGZtmOstK8LIfZpp1PE7oXKhsUEH0YstIeC1LIfl1N-z7fcz0A3CerY4wYsv/s1600-h/12th+meal+ne+wwoman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPA7ls7mw2XsSCKjQUBYU9XBkueinbo1FvIHylcwP9523V1c1L5O0Aqlv8HrVpiLwcAeQ-Xwr32J3ttEcKEGZtmOstK8LIfZpp1PE7oXKhsUEH0YstIeC1LIfl1N-z7fcz0A3CerY4wYsv/s400/12th+meal+ne+wwoman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438926114393007554" /></a><br />Madeleine Strindberg<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4L4-wGpZKkl_v_v9TzxWPjvkztZl_uCRv3oyMFf2lxq44waGqK5dAU4f1qymLlfaRIAJrCuaotAqnKniYvl9lD6hG5aBU-YUcUwmvOLJFqpUxiTH8LPQL4RLwU7Kq49UimLQDB3OJcsO/s1600-h/lead_article_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4L4-wGpZKkl_v_v9TzxWPjvkztZl_uCRv3oyMFf2lxq44waGqK5dAU4f1qymLlfaRIAJrCuaotAqnKniYvl9lD6hG5aBU-YUcUwmvOLJFqpUxiTH8LPQL4RLwU7Kq49UimLQDB3OJcsO/s400/lead_article_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438933663667043602" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWv4fEKcxDbJI546UeaH8MKjLyX2_ghJzg65eN9esAsc9VUP4HQ4ai8P5cIluQFDCOfOjMacHyKXjlD5aKstLeEtyCCGfEzD89VTQLxZf76G2w1h1qRsWioDgo5gO0Ky0Khn3vtFogL-8/s1600-h/6a00e54faa63b0883400e54fb359c78834-640wi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWv4fEKcxDbJI546UeaH8MKjLyX2_ghJzg65eN9esAsc9VUP4HQ4ai8P5cIluQFDCOfOjMacHyKXjlD5aKstLeEtyCCGfEzD89VTQLxZf76G2w1h1qRsWioDgo5gO0Ky0Khn3vtFogL-8/s400/6a00e54faa63b0883400e54fb359c78834-640wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438933488504730258" /></a><br />Tail End, gloss on canvass, 2007, from Strindberg's show Over There<br />The focus of the work is on the architecture of the occupation: broken bodies, broken lives – spaces devoid of people.<br />Throughout the exhibition Over There the viewer is confronted with the harsh reality of what life under occupation is like.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSPimE6JZmTl_ygUMFjlHgornvAHceqqW62UliX-h_jwJzVsWFMBoe2xMwWd9eg1VX12LLuQ5qDELZVrq58eMSJlxHdPkF7fg2mWkwE_9hhgfrjsFfcgpozp9bEVgY3Gjsq2isXRRK0IM/s1600-h/12+meal+ccok+book.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSPimE6JZmTl_ygUMFjlHgornvAHceqqW62UliX-h_jwJzVsWFMBoe2xMwWd9eg1VX12LLuQ5qDELZVrq58eMSJlxHdPkF7fg2mWkwE_9hhgfrjsFfcgpozp9bEVgY3Gjsq2isXRRK0IM/s400/12+meal+ccok+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438926361936465074" /></a><br /><br />Ahmad gave us this book, he said that he it was on a shelf for a long while gathering dust. We must remember to give him our graphic novel next week, our last meal there. It was good to leave earlier than usual, but we did not get a chance to speak to him this time, which was a shame.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-69764541311654590182010-01-18T01:31:00.000-08:002010-03-06T04:54:50.591-08:0016 February 2010, from Falafel King to eat at Maramia Cafe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuBjzcYDKSILVvjjyNyZ8zzqvcpNWOnGZmP_3Jde59XySYtl5gwH4aUJBHBwptN4OIu-FL3F-NkSyIAHXiUz7BGoSNiiDaFsSZpNcGEal2q1X1hLhyb9mXUQ1C2Zk3vZYsWxRpIPu-xJx/s1600-h/13th+marmia+out.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuBjzcYDKSILVvjjyNyZ8zzqvcpNWOnGZmP_3Jde59XySYtl5gwH4aUJBHBwptN4OIu-FL3F-NkSyIAHXiUz7BGoSNiiDaFsSZpNcGEal2q1X1hLhyb9mXUQ1C2Zk3vZYsWxRpIPu-xJx/s400/13th+marmia+out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948955605116354" /></a><br /><br /><br />Leaving Falafel king in protest of using Israeli produces and walking to eat in Maramia<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZhlPo1NhmLzF9y1ippf1Cq23tuvabL71VP-aekAIVKnE8RHFmvF8SHM6Qsg5_An9heVx2jPiUVv_ceNamHsfaaNC-7L9MvwA7xzLXaFeLVa-bYoBK-qGic3EFLybw_ks-nj4HR0rdlAi/s1600-h/13+action.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZhlPo1NhmLzF9y1ippf1Cq23tuvabL71VP-aekAIVKnE8RHFmvF8SHM6Qsg5_An9heVx2jPiUVv_ceNamHsfaaNC-7L9MvwA7xzLXaFeLVa-bYoBK-qGic3EFLybw_ks-nj4HR0rdlAi/s400/13+action.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948535670226210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitl5aOqxPwBjk0Qw99NBNLWR_ZSpKAI7v0RsKIleRYxvWo0Eiz42iOSl1FFhcsI3fbLdpYrXn2n8mGD7JNlLo2iNDCQwjT78FSOFFdCcMI_HLZ9RmH6BFF8wdf-quKbdJSa0oHHw0RpdyP/s1600-h/13+th+waqlikgn+away.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitl5aOqxPwBjk0Qw99NBNLWR_ZSpKAI7v0RsKIleRYxvWo0Eiz42iOSl1FFhcsI3fbLdpYrXn2n8mGD7JNlLo2iNDCQwjT78FSOFFdCcMI_HLZ9RmH6BFF8wdf-quKbdJSa0oHHw0RpdyP/s400/13+th+waqlikgn+away.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948712300488786" /></a><br /><br />Maramia Cafe<br />The Taste of Palestine<br />48 Goldborne Road<br />London<br />W10 5PR<br />14.15<br /><br />Jewish/Israeli Falafel eaterie<br />274 Portobello Road<br />North Kensington, London, W10 5TE<br /><br />14.00<br /><br />FULL<br /><br />The women’s action meal<br /><br />This was a truly great meal. First of all, we found our way to deal with giving ourselves the task of going to Falafel King, another Israeli falafel place. We decided that we shall meet there, but only take a picture outside and ‘march’ to the Palestinian Maramia café instead. Our first ‘action’ - made in order to reflect our affiliation with the boycott on Israeli goods. Alas, it was a rainy day and we arrived late, very rainy day, grey and miserable. By the time we got to Falafel King, Vanessa, Rachel and Carole already were into their falafels. Edd and the others joined us and we stepped out and took a picture. On the way to Maramia, Vanessa explained how she saw that all the cans of drinks were from Israel, since they had Hebrew writing on them. The music was also Israeli, although not militant like in Pita, but more nostalgic for another time in Israel, the 1980s, for the secular leftists, a time when there was still hope for peace, a kind of new age vibe in the place. Vanessa telling us about the Israeli produce made us feel very good about stepping out, taking a picture and walking to Maramia. It was a cold and a wet walk, and no one really understood what we are doing, since it was hard to explain in the rain, but upon arrival it all made sense, a table was set for us, it was warm and the food was divine. We finally got to eat typical Palestinian dishes, Mussakhan and Maqluba, Maqluba (مقلوبة) is Arabic for "upside-down," it is like up side down Paella, with crispy rice sides. The food was totally delicious, especially the humus and the Maqluba. The falafel was very refined and green inside with a lot of spice, but all recipes were kept a secret from us☺. The owner is from Gaza and came over 8 years ago, he is planning to return to Palestine in a few months, though to Ramallah as his house in Gaza was destroyed in the last war on Gaza by Israel in January 2009. He was so friendly and talkative with us, and genuinely wanted to know how his food rated. Not much competition there, his falafel is in competition with Slemani, which is currently our favourite. When we asked him our leading question – did Israel steel the falafel from the Palestinians he said, that not just the falafel but their lives, houses, and their land. His chef said that Israel can have the falafel if it wants it so badly, since they have after all taken everything else from the Palestinians. <br /><br />The conversation on the diverse table was very animated and fascinating, perhaps the fact that it is so hard to write about is an indication to how complex and rich it was. We voiced our concerns again and were met with a great deal of reassurance that indeed artists always hit this wall, when one feels that it is simply not enough, and that there must be other ways to bring about change. They all felt that the residency will have effects in the longer run, and it does in the short run, more than we can imagine. There were also suggestions that we ask people in the meals to contribute, so that they feel part of it. Vanessa suggested that we leave people a sheet of information on what they can do, like how to keep the boycott. Carole said that she will help us with the press! And everyone promised to leave a comment in the blog. Edd was saying how it had affected him, in that, he decided to learn more about the situation and others said that they now joined Palestine Solidarity campaign. We asked Rachel Lichtenstein who is a writer, artist and a psychogeographer (with Iain Sinclair from Rodinsky's Room, 1999 and On Brick Lane, 2007) about all the stuff that does not make it to the printed text, like with our blog, and she said that it is part of the process. Her observation was that we have been pushing ourselves too much for a long time now in our artistic and political quest to ‘save Palestine’ (like in our graphic novel) and that we are making ourselves sick. Sick of falafel. Sick of each other. Sick of art, sick of everything. It resonated true to our ears. Vanessa said that her daughter of 18 has read the book to her friends, and being of extremely mixed parentage she felt that she looked like Larissa, and hence must be looking like a Palestinian which made her happy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhszIgcr4q__o9puMv7KsbSTzUl7gzGTV4YidY8Y8S8c8891PQk9W4m7TYDtNY55jD4EWJ_3zu38oNIxP6ulu8FtrJ_s42L51zbsCT6KxbZDWaoAWEhtZihAoB60RX4JUnMe6BNk3w5yoaa/s1600-h/13th+owener.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhszIgcr4q__o9puMv7KsbSTzUl7gzGTV4YidY8Y8S8c8891PQk9W4m7TYDtNY55jD4EWJ_3zu38oNIxP6ulu8FtrJ_s42L51zbsCT6KxbZDWaoAWEhtZihAoB60RX4JUnMe6BNk3w5yoaa/s400/13th+owener.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438949843891581730" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ0Gz27px6CwQxdqcwSp1v1fzTj5TBzvTc3cOdymy2ho4DlccR2bERQy_T6UrWlu-3VAK6qRWE_J8ZXt-67OYuDMECTNxg0YtzH0M1dhv05bU3k6AQ1SmCoJ_eveduHpRHSqfWcS7bQq3/s1600-h/maramia+food+2.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ0Gz27px6CwQxdqcwSp1v1fzTj5TBzvTc3cOdymy2ho4DlccR2bERQy_T6UrWlu-3VAK6qRWE_J8ZXt-67OYuDMECTNxg0YtzH0M1dhv05bU3k6AQ1SmCoJ_eveduHpRHSqfWcS7bQq3/s400/maramia+food+2.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439126879855747730" /></a><br />Maqluba and chicken midwayFalafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-66499913398846954912010-01-18T01:30:00.000-08:002010-03-06T05:06:34.220-08:0017 February 2010, Falafel King, Leather Lane market<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVquAhiauU9cQ8Nr-4qbiMwm47B_O6CqL9BnUxNDJwivfXfU7b6TyMhVyg7tEHtIjGIXekGaXCAlrb5kIdcvDttrxIMKdxf9ONps4x4G-AvrzPQ1Db9yTzbfJwYFbZ6MDls1D4Lu7m2Lnm/s1600-h/leather+lane+meal+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVquAhiauU9cQ8Nr-4qbiMwm47B_O6CqL9BnUxNDJwivfXfU7b6TyMhVyg7tEHtIjGIXekGaXCAlrb5kIdcvDttrxIMKdxf9ONps4x4G-AvrzPQ1Db9yTzbfJwYFbZ6MDls1D4Lu7m2Lnm/s400/leather+lane+meal+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439187604750159890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjI0Uom86dEDb_uPwA2TVcRtwDI06Kk_WdGPWV8WwYY3aNz_EHaa153mONrc3WdCpkejnpRL48wPB8NbtKqu8Z58Cixt3iblYWVipRQUznvj4sD1f8NApv0QMnVfiNGyxHdOEW8zlrt9GI/s1600-h/lether+lane+meal+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjI0Uom86dEDb_uPwA2TVcRtwDI06Kk_WdGPWV8WwYY3aNz_EHaa153mONrc3WdCpkejnpRL48wPB8NbtKqu8Z58Cixt3iblYWVipRQUznvj4sD1f8NApv0QMnVfiNGyxHdOEW8zlrt9GI/s400/lether+lane+meal+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439187474635208834" /></a><br />Lebanese corner shop with a falafel counter<br /> 93 Leather Lane <br /><br />EC1<br /><br />13:00<br /><br />In Falafel King you get a wrap for £3.00, it has something like garlic salad dressing in it, and a lot of onions, very nice. The falafel is green inside. When we asked Muhammad if Israel stole the falafel from the Palestinians he said - of course they did, they stole everything from us, you know that! Muhammad and his brother used to run the same cafe in leather lane, and then his brother moved down the road and opened another one, called happy bagel. They are both Palestinians and lived in Lebanon before coming here; both are trained as engineers. <br /><br />FULL<br /><br />Simon Porter will come on Monday the 22nd, due to a change of venue on our part.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-45000479543025364662010-01-18T01:28:00.000-08:002010-03-06T05:25:33.367-08:0018 February 2010, Gaby's Deli<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SxKoH3j804B1-UmfbpavtMLzdJvAr8YcTbIMfg6QPK53tgE7jOLZiNe-VbAbgPu3B0eOmEeC6-r9CTEgA6us7PlRzT-sz3siCXJvRGHYNKxIIoXOnBPAq6aC0Hma01I-lwzvzZlKYe01/s1600-h/sign.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SxKoH3j804B1-UmfbpavtMLzdJvAr8YcTbIMfg6QPK53tgE7jOLZiNe-VbAbgPu3B0eOmEeC6-r9CTEgA6us7PlRzT-sz3siCXJvRGHYNKxIIoXOnBPAq6aC0Hma01I-lwzvzZlKYe01/s400/sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439693721387754434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcIi8dGG5y7myajREeerOVYCGiHE6Av-40KFE1C2p9B4-2TvtOq2KJ3ZNHg0HuIjdpX3B8zFniJgUn1bZUNZ-X3gm7rYfVcYNPk7iloWABm_nZAFLOBowKUKX9sPJwvwjqLglhotPmMiC/s1600-h/1865.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcIi8dGG5y7myajREeerOVYCGiHE6Av-40KFE1C2p9B4-2TvtOq2KJ3ZNHg0HuIjdpX3B8zFniJgUn1bZUNZ-X3gm7rYfVcYNPk7iloWABm_nZAFLOBowKUKX9sPJwvwjqLglhotPmMiC/s400/1865.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439692923505265970" /></a><br /><br />Jewish Eaterie<br />30 Charing Cross Road,<br />London,<br />WC2H 0DB<br /><br /><br />11.00 am<br /><br />FULL<br /><br /> Chris McCormack, Damian Swarbrick and Rachel Moore<br />FULL<br /><br />The meal of long standing London institutions <br /><br />Chris who works at Artmonthly brought the following articles/reviews/features<br /><br /> - Five Artists from Israel, Pomeroy Purdy Gallery London, exhibition review, Monica Bohm-Duchen, Dec-Jan 1990/91, Artmonthly<br /> - Here There and Elsewhere, Recent exhibitions of ‘Middle eastern’ art rely on very old generalisations argues Pryle Behrman, Jul-Aug 2006, Artmonthly<br />- Letter from Palestine, exhibition review, Sally O’reilly, 11.06, Artmonthly<br />- Wall of Silence, Anna Dezeuze on art and the climate of censorship that bedevils relations between the US, Israel and the Palestinians, 6.07, Artmonthly <br />-Symposium, Infrastructure and Ideas: Contemporary Art in the Middle East, Larne Abse Gogarty, 3.09, Artmonthly<br />-GAZA, Francis Frascina revisits Lament of the Images, 4.09, Artmonthly<br /><br /><br />Every meal is so different. This meal, for some reason, made us aware of how varied the dynamics are in every meal. It all depends on who we know, or don’t know, who turns up, how many people there are and where we are. Also, how the conversation flows, as we never know where the conversation might lead. We usually try to steer the conversation in the direction of the topics we are interested in and how they might relate to the people who are there. In this meal neither of us knew Rachel Moore, and it is always great meeting a new person through the meals. It is harder in a way to have a ‘falafel road’ conversation with people we know than with new people.<br /><br /> Rachel is involved in a project with the Serpentine gallery in Edgware Road and told us that she was interested to come to this meal since like herself, we are also mapping and abstracting the city through one thing, in our case – falafel, in her case – screens. Rachel has been collating data around the Edgware road and Church Street area, on how many screens there are and what is shown on them, this includes screens in restaurants, as well as CCTVs in supermarkets and other shops, as well as others. It was interesting to find another connection to our project with another artistic project which is not food, but rather a methodology in which a city is explored through the randomness and structure of one item. Screens and falafels. <br /><br /> Before we even started to eat we were worried about staying at Gaby’s since it is also Israeli owned like in Pita, Golders Green, and in Falafel King, Portobello road, (and of course not to mention Maoz, which we did not go to which publicly declares that they only use Israeli produces, as much as possible) there was Israeli music, some of the produce, like drink cans, had Hebrew writing on them and came from Israel and there were Israeli paraphernalia all around. This did not only clash with our support of the boycott on Israeli goods, as a peaceful mean of putting pressure on Israel and raising international public awareness, but also had a very oppressive and domineering Israeli atmosphere. It is like the occupation monster comes alive in London all over again. (You could read more about this in the blog entry about Pita and Falafel King). However in Gaby’s, established in 1965, there is no Israeli music, no Israeli goods or paraphernalia, the owners and close friends who came in did speak Hebrew, but the place had no ‘Israeli feel', i.e. Israeli nationalist pride and propaganda about it. In fact Gaby’s is a complete Diasphoric London institution, and to be more precise a West End one, next to theatre land, Trafalgar Square and Soho, with a local façade and interior, as if globalisation never happened. The place had seen and heard, no doubt, many fashion trends, economical and cultural waves, not to mention personal interwoven stories. We ended up ordering food much later, almost an hour into the conversation. We ordered mainly falafel wraps and chilli potatoes. We had chilli potatoes in Mr Falafel last time, and it seems that now the two go together. The food was delicious.<br /> <br />Chris came very much prepared to our delight with a number of articles about Palestine, Israel, and art, that he gathered from an indexical title search he did in Artmonthly, where he works. (Like Gabys, Artmonthly is long established London institution that managed to resist a glossier look). Generally speaking, the Middle East and the region of Palestine/Israel has penetrated the conciseness of the contemporary art world in recent years, through events such as September 11th and the attacks on Gaze 2009, and the war in Lebanon in 2006. The relative proliferation of shows and reviews created a new set of discourses, not in existence previously. In many cases art works from, or about the region, either refers to the political situation, or the means of production effected by it. So when Sally O’Rielly in Letter from Palestine, exhibition review, 11.06, Artmonthly, talking about the works and their production in the show ‘As if by Magic’, she makes valuable and inevitable connections between the restricted mobility in the West Bank and compromised means of production, in relation to the show and the artworks themselves. We spoke about the differences, if any, of art made by Palestinian artists in the Diaspora and in Palestine and how in recent years Palestinian artists found original ways of dealing with the horrors of the occupation through strategies such as absurdity and humour. A good example of this is Khalil Rabah’s <a href="http://www.culturebase.net/artist.php?164">The Palestinian Museum of Natural History and Humankind</a>. <br /><br />When we asked our famous question – did Israel steel the falafel from the Palestinians, Rachel replied that, she does not really know, but it made her think back to her time in NY, at a Palestinian falafel place, where all the Israelis who worked, owned, or managed moving companies would gather. She commentated on how they were all macho, the Palestinians and Israeli men. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtqVzuY5_RSJ-RC4JkkzyfinC0tEzvSasOoipnSFgge47qEKkKvwmMrm7mM68bTm2rrikMLzavE7AXNOWnu1MWrXO8f5TRcIxYN4WwjG8SeDCowXGhqxGAnaWTkiPR-83oLguPk9Dh-Qt/s400/the+nonel+at+gabys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439690650568070050" /></a>Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-72155497819376723402010-01-18T01:27:00.000-08:002010-03-06T05:35:02.314-08:0019 February 2010, was Damascus Bite, now Leon, Spitalfields<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xRizWNj16lbttBL7OJnNGiHts2_JT0Oe1elHC48frdlXQtAUZ1fQGVYyJ2L1OWm4-sDe4dDEo5wWz1YxZ0w4tVBCYMMuonmcQCUEAG_qyFqAKoAyAk9D2wBKd4dCgratKotkK2J-Lu42/s1600-h/leon+grand.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xRizWNj16lbttBL7OJnNGiHts2_JT0Oe1elHC48frdlXQtAUZ1fQGVYyJ2L1OWm4-sDe4dDEo5wWz1YxZ0w4tVBCYMMuonmcQCUEAG_qyFqAKoAyAk9D2wBKd4dCgratKotkK2J-Lu42/s400/leon+grand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440107657198438194" /></a><br />Leon, Spitalfields Market<br />3 Crispin Place<br />London <br />E1 6DW<br /><br />19:00-21:00 <br /><br />FULL<br /><br />Was Damascus Bite, but the meal has too many people for a take away, so we moved to Leon to try sweet potato falafel.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddHXhdT83aEk6sTl1P_tkGIfYBGYfWcJaNe6dDPJb_Pf9tJdx0ThiiKT40MCuXrXXFNnDnkiiqtR6wj0Ucic1oFxLRhM4oQVyy-IS8vk8CbThEfcJtuywk3OlbQgXhZiXkaEmtdazZ5r4/s1600-h/the+meal+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddHXhdT83aEk6sTl1P_tkGIfYBGYfWcJaNe6dDPJb_Pf9tJdx0ThiiKT40MCuXrXXFNnDnkiiqtR6wj0Ucic1oFxLRhM4oQVyy-IS8vk8CbThEfcJtuywk3OlbQgXhZiXkaEmtdazZ5r4/s400/the+meal+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440107827506384594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBwlN5kUKsvO4zfXXelMnzm54J73nS49F-tZQr-08MtduGMXGbF_GsAelW3otjYVS9OIntztFCb5LvNq5GF_OQxanRfknaq_g3X2hWMvwq2UPSn0CICdG_9f1nEzznnNUdSOz4Cb9pKRs3/s1600-h/the+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBwlN5kUKsvO4zfXXelMnzm54J73nS49F-tZQr-08MtduGMXGbF_GsAelW3otjYVS9OIntztFCb5LvNq5GF_OQxanRfknaq_g3X2hWMvwq2UPSn0CICdG_9f1nEzznnNUdSOz4Cb9pKRs3/s400/the+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440108120664635282" /></a><br /><br /><br />The meal of the two Lois-ess (Lois Keidan and Lois Weaver)<br /><br /><br />Leon, like the rest of regenerated Spitalfields market, has a feel of an emptied-out post-capitalist bad dream about it. Not bad, just depressing. Like McDonalds, the food is cheap, so one must ask who is paying the price for that?<br /><br />So far we had the pleasure of visiting predominantly small, family owned businesses, (Not ‘family owned’ in the Richard Bronson’s Virgin sense) but genuinely family owned small businesses. Many of the falafel places we went to had family members and relatives working there, and they were not chains. <br /><br />We decided to tell Lois K and Lois W the issues that came up for us in the residency, also as a preparation for the Serpentine event on the 23rd. <br /><br />To our many voiced concerns, the general response from the Loisess, was that we are doing a good job, since we came across real barriers and obstacles during the residency that we did not foresee, and had to overcome them by reassessing our methodologies. <br /><br /> When we mentioned the lack of knowledge of Palestinian culture by Israelis, Lois W talked beautifully about the fact that oppressed groups always need to know everything about the dominant culture, whilst the dominant culture never needs to bother to know anything about the oppressed one. This was very helpful. The problem in the specific case we are dealing with, is that if Oreet for example, as an Israeli, will start to learn a lot about Palestinian food, lets say, and cook it, it can cross to the other side - that of ‘objectification’, which is another form of cultural colonialism. <br /><br />To the issue of our ability to ‘convert’ very few people through the meals, Lois K responded that if we had it as a story line in Coronation St, we would have probably reached, or even ‘converted' more people, but it would still be a compromised content. Whilst our low key meals are not compromised by any media, or mainstream restrains, and have an effect that we can not necessarily envisage at the moment. That was encouraging to hear. The conversation lasted 48 minutes and ended with a question of what needs to be put on the ‘sticker’? 'Don’t eat falafel here, it is made from Palestinian blood', for a place that uses Israeli produces. Or, 'buy falafel here, made by the culture that created mathematics'… for a Palestinian place. Lois Weaver said that she learnt a lot from this and that she will never look at falafel again in the same way and will consider where she buys it from.<br /><br />Other sentences that could fit stickers, which were invented by Palestinian artists, are:<br />Don’t say Pal, without saying Palestinian<br />And for Palestinian beer:<br />From those who like their drink… (In the west, many people think that Palestinians don’t drink alcohol)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xpcC3j_Z8pmiAZXe5Ag6MwqmSR8FQNOIeHdtUWpbJDGfBQsIfLjN_ILiDIQLqNos11RuxPpeodZMSgIXWDEvxlITjfc8EaqsrWGjkcfT2dR4zBKs91Zw7vL8GorohPvZZ2fKM3Rf9ydP/s1600-h/falafel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xpcC3j_Z8pmiAZXe5Ag6MwqmSR8FQNOIeHdtUWpbJDGfBQsIfLjN_ILiDIQLqNos11RuxPpeodZMSgIXWDEvxlITjfc8EaqsrWGjkcfT2dR4zBKs91Zw7vL8GorohPvZZ2fKM3Rf9ydP/s400/falafel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440108294205291842" /></a><br />Unlike the stodgy (To quote Edd) sweet potato falafel at Leon, talking to two such experts in the area of art, activism, politics, performance, human rights public engagement and public conversations, was a complete and utter treat, we are grateful.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-23700192444673040482010-01-18T01:25:00.000-08:002010-03-06T05:42:45.404-08:0022 February 2010, Mr Falafel, our 4th and last meal there<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOHIOcvF2_KxFUmR_BsmKbLU0CYPxL5rOgst1jVi1y3k7GkJb2S3osYZXp5qgeM0roBJOdSXZMYF7W7cgxTtnEUOqpimPTWWbXle5HE8__wQkVwwU1V-cndYAx82EitGToWbUak0T_jml/s1600-h/spicy+potatoes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOHIOcvF2_KxFUmR_BsmKbLU0CYPxL5rOgst1jVi1y3k7GkJb2S3osYZXp5qgeM0roBJOdSXZMYF7W7cgxTtnEUOqpimPTWWbXle5HE8__wQkVwwU1V-cndYAx82EitGToWbUak0T_jml/s400/spicy+potatoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441391569537523458" /></a><br />spicy potatoes<br /><br />Palestinian Eaterie<br />Units T4 - T5 <br />New Shepherd's Bush Market <br />Uxbridge Road <br />London<br />W12 8LH <br /><br />15:00-17:00<br /><br />FULL<br />Rosalind Nashashibi, Idit Nathan, Maxim Sansour<br /><br />This was our 4th and last meal at Mr. Falafel and it was a little sad to realize that. In relation to these regular Monday visits to Mr. Falafel, Rosalind asked poignantly - when does something becomes a tradition? We answered, - after the second visit, it already felt like a tradition, or a ritual, it does not take long. <br /><br />Since Ahmed introduced us to his spicy potatoes, we have had those with falafel on a number of occasions too, creatures of habit we are.<br /><br />Rosalind is a British visual artist, of Palestinian decent. We spoke with her about the cultural boycott on Israel, which we all support, and the complexities involved in that. For example, the differences between working with Israeli funded organizations, to working with individual artists, or the issues Palestinian artists who live in Israeli territories face, like depending on Israel for financial survival, which complicates the issues of their support of the boycott. We spoke about an art project where Israeli support was not clearly stated, and how one can find them taking part in such an exhibition without knowing it is supported by Israel. We also spoke about situations where Israeli media writes positively about Palestinian art, and how this also constitutes a form of control in the context of the occupation.<br /><br />With Maxim and Idit we spoke about the looting of Palestinian properties and contents and the issue of international law in relation to this. Idit told us a very interesting story about a house in Talbieh, Jerusalem, which has been recently sold to developers to be regenerated. She filmed there for a couple of years. She found in the house a placard that the house belonged to Martin Buber, one of the few Jewish Zionist philosophers of his time, who talked about the need to acknowledge Palestinian existence in Palestine, rather than deny it altogether. “Buber had been a Zionist since 1888, but as far back as 1918 (soon after in the Balfour Declaration the British recognized a Jewish National Home in Palestine) he rejected what he called the concept of "a Jewish state with cannons, flags and military decorations." He and his colleagues worked for a bi-national Palestine based not on a colonial alliance but on cooperation and parity between Jews and Arabs. From:<a href="http://www.crosscurrents.org/leon.htm<br />">Martin Buber and Jewish-Arab Peace</a> by Dan Leon <br />The house known as Buber’s house, Idit told us, actually belongs to Edwards Said's family, his aunt to be precise; Buber was only a lodger there. The placard did not have any reference to the Said family.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6oYI8clwaHmLIUVwiIafGWRufg8ROmhnEJsb8d4-5rMETVwANPmtsFZ_33n2dqfRKlNZLrv2SEOnHhK2aus_kIhMxWITbrAiBjPVcGAK4N20EjHLQAqOEHkOI057kg3og8Rj9yH0I5Ia/s1600-h/the+meal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6oYI8clwaHmLIUVwiIafGWRufg8ROmhnEJsb8d4-5rMETVwANPmtsFZ_33n2dqfRKlNZLrv2SEOnHhK2aus_kIhMxWITbrAiBjPVcGAK4N20EjHLQAqOEHkOI057kg3og8Rj9yH0I5Ia/s400/the+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441390990520710210" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTj74yn4HnLWypfVLac50jfVu5dYITv2fjGgKEPvgJ_Etb9wywLWBFRb8k7mv1pYn_T9do2ntH21Vs_2Bs86eEN5PjHTfmbDQVNnuvrVfvz1DJvAYV2G7tkf-2Gs1K8ZUbsHynsils4kY/s1600-h/idit+game.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTj74yn4HnLWypfVLac50jfVu5dYITv2fjGgKEPvgJ_Etb9wywLWBFRb8k7mv1pYn_T9do2ntH21Vs_2Bs86eEN5PjHTfmbDQVNnuvrVfvz1DJvAYV2G7tkf-2Gs1K8ZUbsHynsils4kY/s400/idit+game.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441391230083018850" /></a><br />Idit Nathan's game on issues of mobility for Palestinians in Israel/PalestineFalafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-41223899892356578022010-01-18T01:23:00.000-08:002010-03-06T05:49:55.399-08:0023 February 2010, Politics: Here and Away, Serpentine Gallery Edgware<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDkkHiByYN-7l7gKrzfQcfY7Ghr3z2TO04yIvHYu2_nuf9X-c94gF8iwlXuQFOGCnp8ibu5B2CBSmc3-u-ewQlixuHPVbmAUqzdsuwjfvH0PbnLslEazeAYUADpbAAzLS8bxJhk-CUJ7y/s1600-h/politics+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDkkHiByYN-7l7gKrzfQcfY7Ghr3z2TO04yIvHYu2_nuf9X-c94gF8iwlXuQFOGCnp8ibu5B2CBSmc3-u-ewQlixuHPVbmAUqzdsuwjfvH0PbnLslEazeAYUADpbAAzLS8bxJhk-CUJ7y/s400/politics+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442167406830914706" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVGNP4TC-jxj2H9j6bPkQMW1S8ju44FLzkFXDhpUnEg3eRUNdEhE3Zf13gtkyoyccp6snSDJQPA1PldmIn4caZ_0XfmQ3aOPs50zq8uosAsHJ_pLAYjCTNu64NqovFf9tCNpiEmskT8pG/s1600-h/politics+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVGNP4TC-jxj2H9j6bPkQMW1S8ju44FLzkFXDhpUnEg3eRUNdEhE3Zf13gtkyoyccp6snSDJQPA1PldmIn4caZ_0XfmQ3aOPs50zq8uosAsHJ_pLAYjCTNu64NqovFf9tCNpiEmskT8pG/s400/politics+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442165243709737714" /></a><br />Getting ready with footage<br /><br />Shishawi<br />51-53 Edgware Road, Marble Arch, London, W2 2HZ<br />London<br /><br />Student activists from Goldsmiths College, The London Institute, and others, with Jacqueline Rose, Profession of English at Queen Mary University and an active member of Independent Jewish Voices are invited for a discussion around the ways in which Middle East politics resonate in London.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.serpentinegallery.org/2010/01/edgware_road_discussionpolitic.html">Serpentine Gallery link to event</a><br />www.nonelandvovel.net<br /><br /><br />19:00<br /><br />OPEN<br />It will be impossible to trace the line of the conversation that took place that night. However the space was fantastic for such an event, it is a space that the Serpentine wants to build regular relationships with for future events.<br />The atmosphere was relaxed yet engaged. Many people spoke and there was a sense of deep analysis. Rose’s contribution was invaluable, together with the students; it was an extremely rewarding panel for us. One question that particularly stood out for us, from Sophie Hope, was how do we frame our political stand in art and research funding applications. The format of the night - clips from the meals combined with discussion over each clip - proves to be very useful. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbSv5UAwOH_H9Wi-_Y6MC81kXPPtSRtmhyphenhyphensJsWbr2faTEbWkyM8XzKkUlm-afW4YNyZvDoSCV30uYIhmS434sWSf_RY-qxUIQK2lxncHG90hMjmEuAcWszb1PrGPLknjW1kCX6uVIf98U/s1600-h/andil+speaks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbSv5UAwOH_H9Wi-_Y6MC81kXPPtSRtmhyphenhyphensJsWbr2faTEbWkyM8XzKkUlm-afW4YNyZvDoSCV30uYIhmS434sWSf_RY-qxUIQK2lxncHG90hMjmEuAcWszb1PrGPLknjW1kCX6uVIf98U/s400/andil+speaks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442165663329912802" /></a><br />Restaurant owner Andil responds to the conversation and adds that if only Israel used falafel as weapons, instead of killing civilians. We could use this as one of our concept for the Falafel fight on the 25th…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuI2k3NMwadmzjfb9nM51qDZSRn1Xaqy2Nn5hdsMaH99ihDDaimvHrjnZZ6aBZUsdi-G020pfSHhJdDATr_xDbCGDhuQCFC7RjT57b-zXDiV89zn0EQlep0QeHS3PwO0ezNtUYSE7TYhD/s1600-h/politic+rose+and+hamja.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuI2k3NMwadmzjfb9nM51qDZSRn1Xaqy2Nn5hdsMaH99ihDDaimvHrjnZZ6aBZUsdi-G020pfSHhJdDATr_xDbCGDhuQCFC7RjT57b-zXDiV89zn0EQlep0QeHS3PwO0ezNtUYSE7TYhD/s400/politic+rose+and+hamja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442166016157230834" /></a><br />Jacqueline Rose and Hamja Ahsan <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5td0gbUVv7HAr3VA9-gmHXvRRWLiBB-3MIjZBuVKQXmnieXsqVTlzUliHpBDuomYplUUi3c021SWOkosmXJdeL3yRND5DJEmiQSNdMcp54qEOg4vGjBOumPXVa-NhM3e_hF-amNKivHPU/s1600-h/politics+auidance+better.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5td0gbUVv7HAr3VA9-gmHXvRRWLiBB-3MIjZBuVKQXmnieXsqVTlzUliHpBDuomYplUUi3c021SWOkosmXJdeL3yRND5DJEmiQSNdMcp54qEOg4vGjBOumPXVa-NhM3e_hF-amNKivHPU/s400/politics+auidance+better.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442166514239468098" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNJQrcHUYI8UTGqtV8U-ZP-Djpl8vsYEeQQ_SDnKMPwG2MiGnlwMsdwBk_v5-cpfErRC9xMgQGdnTI43-aAOUBNuECb9_DOOLsFuhFjYg-RxNJY1GJGPeTmvA2DIgfOAIvILO7fdgDp6n/s1600-h/politics+screen+better.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNJQrcHUYI8UTGqtV8U-ZP-Djpl8vsYEeQQ_SDnKMPwG2MiGnlwMsdwBk_v5-cpfErRC9xMgQGdnTI43-aAOUBNuECb9_DOOLsFuhFjYg-RxNJY1GJGPeTmvA2DIgfOAIvILO7fdgDp6n/s400/politics+screen+better.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442167040655253986" /></a><br />Showing clips from various mealsFalafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-47032824278961097132010-01-18T01:21:00.000-08:002010-03-06T05:52:54.182-08:0024 February 2010, Planet Organic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bOdX-N3dBxfpBq68oBfAWb8umTk7Ya7euY3hhK9ZEe5_4sHZzVl7S9wQVsEgc2UGHhDSi9QE7wmNYN8f4ktxOlIVzzEM_vI1drib-Ob-aQpYViRkpF7Y_VuccwhOYieghA6_-L7Wo3Rf/s1600-h/young+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bOdX-N3dBxfpBq68oBfAWb8umTk7Ya7euY3hhK9ZEe5_4sHZzVl7S9wQVsEgc2UGHhDSi9QE7wmNYN8f4ktxOlIVzzEM_vI1drib-Ob-aQpYViRkpF7Y_VuccwhOYieghA6_-L7Wo3Rf/s400/young+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442159112896582034" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySS31td_1IPHwxKpi1z89-c8KomlzNfmRuPGYYnzRr6XRaTcwTR8jnXlc1aejJ8iPDqWasmeZ0-XXU80bWxoevGx9iiRXC46Q-5Ra2Ot54zYhTEWFpxf_MawlCz2ejzf006lWyngyAFrV/s1600-h/youong+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySS31td_1IPHwxKpi1z89-c8KomlzNfmRuPGYYnzRr6XRaTcwTR8jnXlc1aejJ8iPDqWasmeZ0-XXU80bWxoevGx9iiRXC46Q-5Ra2Ot54zYhTEWFpxf_MawlCz2ejzf006lWyngyAFrV/s400/youong+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442159406228851170" /></a><br />Health Food Shop<br />22 Torrington Place<br />London<br />WC1E 7HJ<br /><br />16.00<br /><br />FULL<br />We met with six 17 years old young women who are part of an educational project at Tate Britain about art from and about the Middle East.<br />The falafel wraps in Planet Organic are from Hoxton beach, so we have already tasted those fresh in our third meal.<br /><br />One of the girls who came to the meal never had a falafel before, this was her first falafel ever!<br /><br />We asked the girls if they were to represent Palestine through photography how would they do it, to which one replied that maybe through an image of someone throwing a stone, or praying. We spoke about how these are the prevailing images of Palestine in the west and how those could be challenged. The young women came with some great suggestions about photographing everyday life, personal stories and games, so that the images are more positive and evoke empathy, rather than sympathy. <br /><br />To the question whether they thought Falafel Road is an art piece. They all had articulated answers about how art today is all about trying things out, about involving the public, about experimental forms of art and about politics. We were reassured to hear them reflecting on contemporary art practices in this way.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520652012836406000.post-6832165475925782242010-01-18T01:11:00.000-08:002010-03-06T06:48:04.739-08:0025 February 2010, Thursdays@Artsadmin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZKyEsm-Ixt73mdG14pQqq61fgF1sPppZNl6VuaKoX8W7YMDNcgp5rJa4DdnVF9_oSJOo1ZWy2E7ZlSN6mz8gCNCCfCU5DxOI89Fl5cdUr6BUSAEHQbpTND_fEb1Y2gzcmvBknLjRSVQs/s1600-h/arty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZKyEsm-Ixt73mdG14pQqq61fgF1sPppZNl6VuaKoX8W7YMDNcgp5rJa4DdnVF9_oSJOo1ZWy2E7ZlSN6mz8gCNCCfCU5DxOI89Fl5cdUr6BUSAEHQbpTND_fEb1Y2gzcmvBknLjRSVQs/s400/arty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442839409342922338" /></a><br />Hoxton Beach, who liked our entry in the blog about them, gave us a really good deal on falafel; we had tahini in the plastic bottles and green chillies ; nothing else. <br /><br /><br /><br />Open Studio<br />Arts Bar & Café <br />Toynbee Studios <br />28 Commercial Street <br />E1 6AB <br /><br />At the end of the residency Ashery and Sansour share the project in the form of an open studio event at the Arts Bar and Café, Toynbee Studios. <br /><br />www.artsadmin.co.uk<br />18:00-22:00 <br /><br />Open<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIEgMi8XyDxj2vzewprrI90ylHa8BL4smxt82RNSEOy_2ZzQEyh_l9yGsR3DI__a_swPbUAj7Lu0YMnuYUm81XDL8xVhonryuU57vmTzczHBWMCHivqeXa7_vIT9m71y-iGmDzVSH6KHT/s1600-h/gettgin+ready+cafe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIEgMi8XyDxj2vzewprrI90ylHa8BL4smxt82RNSEOy_2ZzQEyh_l9yGsR3DI__a_swPbUAj7Lu0YMnuYUm81XDL8xVhonryuU57vmTzczHBWMCHivqeXa7_vIT9m71y-iGmDzVSH6KHT/s400/gettgin+ready+cafe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442836245360074258" /></a><br />Getting ready for the night.<br />In the café we had a menu with 20 meals and 7 films from the call out, people choose which meal they wanted to watch and Edd screened the footage he edited from that particular meal. It was a busy night. Many people commented on how they felt it will be great to edit and subtitle the footage from the meals and make into a film essay type thing, we agree. However, we need some distance from it for now, time for reflection.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbULg6gBmC05CeRSIGYPos-YAgm8VxZZoG7Z15_aN4LPsvSYI1zLMBGogor9fu_MldfsYHwgTN3kHih98OwKp8B-hne3N6uId1mY3z6rTKBPEVgMQ48hTwgg8vkGe_bc3wlY02_QCEFfj3/s1600-h/overview.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbULg6gBmC05CeRSIGYPos-YAgm8VxZZoG7Z15_aN4LPsvSYI1zLMBGogor9fu_MldfsYHwgTN3kHih98OwKp8B-hne3N6uId1mY3z6rTKBPEVgMQ48hTwgg8vkGe_bc3wlY02_QCEFfj3/s400/overview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442837074042117186" /></a><br />Getting the studio ready.<br /><br />In the studio we had falafels, good quality raspberry cake and drinks. We projected the blog, and showed FOOD film by Gordon Matta-Clark. James (Vacuum Cleaner) in particular, spent a long time reading the whole blog; he commented that projecting it was a good way of reading it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDuQLwt9T9eR_3mOKOxM9MstirU6SaEIkC3AyAcVSZMWNLFAbPBFDWX7tbmb6M3IObo2mFjU_rCgR4qPcrOIkf3gI0y4aIjkcthpH3jL4xLp7WogilA5r66jJYbSCGHnrx2Jx_ZYxPToB9/s1600-h/peoplel+better.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDuQLwt9T9eR_3mOKOxM9MstirU6SaEIkC3AyAcVSZMWNLFAbPBFDWX7tbmb6M3IObo2mFjU_rCgR4qPcrOIkf3gI0y4aIjkcthpH3jL4xLp7WogilA5r66jJYbSCGHnrx2Jx_ZYxPToB9/s400/peoplel+better.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442838453852181266" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGC1ApD0gagKfaucZRnCbG8h639ddrznxNDR7RqxNBxIAIu_47ZKfV0wAu2JaxZi5mlqfWmyrSvBGtNw5pudDTWYPdUV-L6qyvNpP6RzV5qtgLuciUJ_XIUBlHLL2kJnAOD8sWghDmNRr/s1600-h/pople+even+better.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGC1ApD0gagKfaucZRnCbG8h639ddrznxNDR7RqxNBxIAIu_47ZKfV0wAu2JaxZi5mlqfWmyrSvBGtNw5pudDTWYPdUV-L6qyvNpP6RzV5qtgLuciUJ_XIUBlHLL2kJnAOD8sWghDmNRr/s400/pople+even+better.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442838738357174194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcXez9HYAEEiJi7fq9X8HaCYI6fQeVee6gbhX_JrymacnfkUoWlngoHDM3tofCntrjIS8xCio6ah0SgX5fvZpfeaLJJQv3LW7gcw87sjlTEhDK4aIlLaJ_kg_g15e0q0I5Vs9tUPgojSd/s1600-h/recipets.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcXez9HYAEEiJi7fq9X8HaCYI6fQeVee6gbhX_JrymacnfkUoWlngoHDM3tofCntrjIS8xCio6ah0SgX5fvZpfeaLJJQv3LW7gcw87sjlTEhDK4aIlLaJ_kg_g15e0q0I5Vs9tUPgojSd/s400/recipets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442838923384732194" /></a><br />Katy helping, we only had images of the receipt we had from each meal we did not want to print any images from the meals, since they are all in the blog.Falafel Roadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01818414225880397068noreply@blogger.com3