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conversations with micaela, part 2: what do you do when you travel?

If you travel alone, you’ve got no one else to bounce ideas off of, to debate having an early dinner versus a late one, or to perhaps even tell you it’s okay to take an afternoon nap. Here are a few tips on what to do when you travel solo.

starfish and sneakers: street art in brighton.

“Graffiti ultimately wins out over proper art because it becomes part of your city, it’ s a tool; “I’ll meet you in that pub, you know, the one opposite that wall with a picture of a monkey holding a chainsaw”. I mean, how much more useful can a painting be than that?” —Banksy Confession: I’ve [...]

perfect on paper: an unexpected discovery in brighton.

“Origami appealed to the same aesthetic which created the tea ceremony, which one scholar has described as “essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life…” —Kakuzo Okakura, The Book of Tea So there’s a bit of backstory I need [...]

the magic of mosaic: beach huts and best friends in london.

“We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.” –Jimmy Carter, U.S. President The plan had been the Tate Modern. Jen and I, best friends since one fateful April day in the fourth grade, were on our way to the third instalment in our [...]

making the most of manchester.

“Life was very simple. My parents had come from the North of England, which is a fairly rugged, bleak, hard-working part of England, and so there was not the expectation of luxury.” –Roger Bannister, British athlete   Manchester wasn’t exactly what I would call a “pretty” city. I had mixed expectations about my visit this past [...]

travel photo essay: street art in sasseri.

“Imagine a city where graffiti wasn’t illegal, a city where everybody could draw whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons [...]

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