James Dean

There are times when one actor seems to be in everything – remember the Year of Chastain? – but that ubiquity rarely involves someone so young as Luca(...)

Last summer I had my 50th birthday. Fifty, which Victor Hugo called the youth of old age and is, according to George Orwell, the age at which everyone(...)

Here, with Orson Welles and Spike Lee on the walls, and James Dean and Natalie Wood on the doors to the toilets, is where Robert De Niro might have di(...)

I’m being stalked by hair loss clinics. At virtually every online turn I’ve taken in recent weeks I’ve been confronted by ads for companies promising (...)

Forty years ago I got a summer job on a building site near Dalkey, that picturesque coastal village in south Co Dublin, making tea and running errands(...)

Manic Street Preachers singer James Dean Bradfield has very vivid memories of their first Dublin show back in the mists of 1991 that are slightly more(...)

Thursday evenings were sacred in our house growing up. It was the night of the week that my mam did the “big shop”. While I was busy attempting to sly(...)

Time for a very different sort of broadcast. Public Service Broadcasting have made hay to date from blending voicerovers from old wartime newsreels an(...)

“It has always been a safety rope to pull me out of the bog, music and words,” says Irish musician David Keenan. Hozier, Damien Dempsey and Glen Han(...)

The queen of England. Those padlocks clogging the railings of a Parisian bridge with love. Himself. A dog. A girl. Himself. A stormtrooper painted (...)