Ahead of her debut recital in Beijing four years ago, Alice Sara Ott cut her long hair that she'd for years.
Joey Alexander, the 13-year-old jazz pianist, broke ground after scoring two Grammy nominations last year, though he walked away from the ceremony empty-handed.
When a 7.8-magnitude earthquake rocked Nepal last year, villagers in Changu Narayan ran up the steep rocky path that cuts through their town to their renowned temple. Seeing the piles of rubble, they figured their lives were over.
If you've never tried an acai bowl, or tucked into a black rice risotto, then 2017 could be a year of new experiences.
Gone are the days when having a 'health drink' meant a glass of orange juice with the bits left in. Even birch and cactus water feel a bit outdated, now everyone's got a Nutribullet and started making their own lurid-coloured smoothies that profess to do everything from recolonising your gut to reorganising your mind.
Last year was a sad one when it came to celebrity deaths, but few were more heartbreaking than the death of Carrie Fisher and her mother Debbie Reynolds within only a day of each other.
If you've only just heard about La La Land, you may be wondering what all the song and dance is about. But if you've been tracing its trajectory for a while, you'll know that song and dance is the whole idea.
Boredom is driving a rise in affairs, but the fallout may trump the reward
The man sitting in front of me should be awarded an MBE for Services to Older Women. Not that Stephen Vizinczey wrote the global bestseller, In Praise of Older Women - which has sold over seven million copies since it was first published in 1965 - out of charity or condescension. No. He wrote it out of love: a love he still feels viscerally, more than 50 years since the book's publication in Britain.
In the summer of 2015, when Alex Cree was on a trip to Guangdong and having a conversation with clients and colleagues, he had no idea that he would soon be changing his career.
At first glance, apart from a telltale little hole between its eyes, the inert fish looks like any other dead whiting.
I'm locked in a deserted workshop. Dead silence, except for the sound of mice running across the dust-covered floor. I've been groping among the rusted tools and cases for almost half an hour now, cracking one code after another, but the door still doesn't open.