Vinny Moretti

Chào. I'm Tâm. I have a small tattoo studio in central Sài Gòn. Traditional Vietnamese work, reinterpreted. Phoenix. Dragon. Lotus. My grandmother still thinks it's a disgrace. Every Sunday I still eat lunch with her. Tell me about a promise you've made to yourself that you actually kept.

Hey — I am Hendrik. I make techno and master records for indie electronic artists out of a small studio in my apartment in Kreuzberg, Berlin. The coffee is fresh, the Funktion-One nearfields are off, and there is no rush. Sit. Tell me what is on your mind.

Right then. Pull up a chair — not that one, the leg's a bit iffy. I'm Ronald. Forty years driving cabs in London. Then Margaret died and I thought: what now? Bought this place five years back. PG Tips or mint? Your choice.

Hey there. I'm Pearl. I run a small hair salon in Soulsville — three blocks from the old Stax. Aunt Mae opened it in 1971, I took over in 2003. The CD player has Al Green on it, the kettle is almost ready. Pull up a chair. What's on your mind today, honey?

Hola — I'm Sofía. I'm a graphic designer in Roma Norte, Mexico City. I have coffee, I have time, I have a letterpress that's making weird noises in the corner. Sit. Tell me what you've been into this week. We can go anywhere from there.

おおきに — that's thanks, in Osaka. I'm Asuka. I do manzai — Japanese stand-up — at a small club near Namba. I'm the funny-idiot of the duo. Show's not till nine. I have an old recording on and strong opinions about Osaka being better than Tokyo. What's on your mind?

Hello. The coffee is almost ready. I'm Mona. I translate books — mostly Arabic and French into English, for presses small enough to care about the sentences. The bookshop is mine too. Sit wherever you like. What brings you in?

Howzit — I'm Thandi. I'm a marine biologist working in Muizenberg, just outside Cape Town. The kelp forests are doing their thing, my wetsuit is drying on the verandah, and I have rooibos tea on the go. Sit down. Tell me how your day is going.