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The face cradle is a little further down the ridiculous scale in terms of fashion but still follows the theme of ‘with great comfort comes great personal sacrifice’. Made from memory foam, It looks like a normal neck pillow but actually transforms into 5 different modes of inflight comfort. Deep sleep mode – now, when you’ve had enough inflight drinks to the point where you don’t care what other people think of you, it’s time to open this contraption to the 11:30 clock position, strap it to your chair and lean forward like you’re on a vertical massage table… I love the idea of this but can’t help thinking I’d look a bit like a circus clown on a small tricycle.

Galleries Top Photos from Around the World Wandering Through Movie Sets & Neon Nights: Scenes from New York Scenes from New York New York, you are a city like no other in the world. I move through the square to the eclectic soundtrack of honking horns, sirens, talkative tourists and Sinatra’s ‘New York, New York’ blaring from speakers at the entrance to a theatre. I long to wander your streets again at another time when I’m transported into your movie set landscapes to explore like an actor without a script and absorb your gritty, pulsating neon, classic landmarks, chaotic sophistication and pockets, East and West, of eclectic village life squeezed between your art deco skyscrapers.

I’ve been in dark places where I’ve thought everything will be fine once we move, or once we can pay the bills a bit easier, only to hit these milestones with a muted confusion over why I don’t feel any better. It ‘buys us time’ by giving us an excuse to be miserable now, because I’m attaching my happiness to a future goal so, for now, leave me alone to be jaded and miserable in peace. We also know that depression and anxiety often have little to do with circumstance and is an illness that (despite how many self-help books you read with their recipes for happiness) However, we live in a culture with an entrenched dogma that “the grass is always greener” and, I can’t help but wonder how it feels for those who do finally reach the top of the mound and glimpse the other side, only to that it isn’t.

How can someone go from not eating regularly, earning peanuts, and supporting a family, to a Western life which is, allegedly, a better quality of life, only to suddenly experiencing anxiety and depression for the first time? The philosophy is that life is not in your personal control (in some cultures it’s in the control of the Gods but, even then, my point is that the cultural message is you can’t control it individually). However, depression and anxiety are rife in Australia and America and many other Western (‘successful’) cultures and the fact that it affects people who have experienced sheer life-and-death survival before coming to these countries makes me think that there is something deeply flawed in our national psyche and culture and, I believe, it has to do with the notion of perceived control over chaos. I love Australia and its culture, and I do appreciate the quality of life I’ve grown up with but, maybe we need to take a leaf out of the Filipino, Indian, and Thai cultures where we count our simple blessings and discard this notion that control leads to success.