Articles by: Harry Chapman
Descended from the Shahs of Persia and Kermani feudal overlords on his mother’s side, and Norman knights, circus folk and at least one renegade Irishman on his father’s, Harry had a peripatetic early existence. During this time he became a reptile collector, and a mohicaned punk, and has since added the roles of artist, writer, designer, filmmaker and wanderer.

Peace From the Bottom of My Art

Peace From the Bottom of My Art

“The best art in the world today? It’s coming from China, Korea and Iran,” exclaimed Bahman, the engaging New York based Iranian artist whose mammoth canvas we were standing in front of.

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I am Spartacus!

I am Spartacus!

Harry Chapman battles with his inner demons and an unquenchable thirst for silence during a screening of Spartacus at the BFI…

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Two Gentlemen of Verona: When Harry Met Reinhold, Part 3

Two Gentlemen of Verona: When Harry Met Reinhold, Part 3

The final part of Harry Chapman’s epic adventure to South Tyrol and the domain of legendary mountaineer, Reinhold Messner…

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Two Gentlemen of Verona: When Harry Met Reinhold, Part 2

Two Gentlemen of Verona: When Harry Met Reinhold, Part 2

“The Messner Mountain Museum in Ortles is situated in the tiny alpine village of Solda, 1,900 metres above sea level. The land here is covered with snow for seven months of the year…”

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Two Gentlemen of Verona: When Harry Met Reinhold

Two Gentlemen of Verona: When Harry Met Reinhold

In the first part of a special, epic feature, the inveterate itinerant, Harry Chapman, treads the foothills of the South Tyrol in the company of the world’s greatest living mountaineer…

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A Taste of The Tyrol

A Taste of The Tyrol

“That Italy has some of the best food in the world is no secret. That the region of South Tyrol produces some of the finest in a country bursting with gastronomic specialities is perhaps less well known…”

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Short Fiction: Henry Bird

Short Fiction: Henry Bird

“Henry Bird stood on the front step of his house. His hand still held the key in the lock of the front door. He always shut the door with the key, turning it in the lock to avoid that bang which set his teeth on edge.”

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