Independent journalism on the things we love

I find a strange comfort in sitting in front of a screen, preferably slurping a neon-blue Ice Blast, and watching people take catastrophic risks. I adore the early Buster Keaton movies, with their playful yet death-defyingly dangerous stunts, just as much as the fictional risk of a character like Andrew Neiman in Damien Chazelle’s Whiplash,…