With only one semester left of my journalism degree I can no longer hide in my room binge watching Jane the Virgin every time another uni break rolls along. So this last month I pushed my Mac aside and faced the fact that it’s time to start interning. Read: becoming the real-life Andy Sachs (Devil Wears Prada) of the fashion journalism world.
If you missed the first post, read London I
before continuing the journey with London II!
One year ago, I found myself whisked up in the freezing, wonderful whirlwind of England.
Every movement in this foreign territory of British newsreaders, grey skies and frosted windows was seamless, as our loosely strung plans resulted in golden days. In reality, we were two teenagers attempting to explore an entire continent on budgets that restricted us to backpacker hostels and frequent picnicking (ie. grabbing extra food from our buffet breakfasts).
Every photograph posted on this blog is the phenomenal result of a Canon 550d camera. Recently, the clarity and blur on my lens had been out of whack, so I’ve turned to my canary yellow Instax mini polaroid to fulfil all of my shooting desires. There’s something a little bit sacred and heartwarming about polaroids: every shot is purposefully selected based on the aesthetics of the environment, the golden feeling in the moment or the significance of the event.
It didn’t take long to find joy in the city of flowers.
My first impression was through my hostel’s window, as the sun set over the city’s rooftops like butter melting across the sky. That’s how each hour felt in the Italian town, as though a radiant warmth was seeping further through my body with every passing moment. Every place you visit leaves you with something, whether it’s a cuisine you’ve never tasted or a simple life lesson, but Florence was different… Florence introduced me to a new emotion.
A photo story from The Palace of Versailles, France
Eight hours may seem like a long time when you’re studying or churning out gold bills, but the seconds slip through your fingers like grains of sand when you’re exploring the seemingly-endless gardens of the Palace of Versailles.
The first glimpse into this world of overwhelming wealth, luxury and unmerited grandeur is a snaking line of tourists pressing against gold gates. Once inside, it’s clear that the Sun God’s palace boasts his extreme prowess in the art of ‘being rich’ with 17th century artwork smothering over 700 rooms. Understandably, 700 rooms was still a little crowded for the French royalty, as the King’s Austrian wife, Marie Antoinette, was presented with her own estate behind the 20 acres of trimmed gardens. Anyone still unsure why the French revolted?
From the famed Hall of Mirrors to the Queen’s Hamlet and the Grand Trianon, every turn of a polished corner was a marvel that filled me with happiness. Writers string words together to elucidate the inexpressible all the time, tugging metaphors out of still water in a futile attempt at solidifying a fluid beauty, but I’m yet to stumble across a phrase capable of encompassing Versailles.
So, here are some moments in time instead. Continue reading “A Visit to Versailles”
Je t’aime, ma chérie!
Every second spent in your city was la vie en rose. The world around me was presented through rose-coloured glasses, every passing moment tinged with a little bit of magic. Continue reading “A Letter to Paris”
Poland brought with it an ocean of emotions.
From Mountains to Here
The window cracks open as I push my weight against it. Fresh air sweeps into the gondola, taking on a life of its own as it swirls around the enclosed cabin, feasting on our exposed cheeks and noses. I resist the urge to slam the window shut and instead rest my forehead against the slit. Uncontaminated by foggy glass, the Swiss Alps are the most beautiful landscape I have ever had the privilege of seeing.
(Much love to this Italian chef who posed for my photograph while baking a pizza base!)
‘Wheennn the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore!’ This song played in the back of my mind for the duration of our stay in Rome, the Eternal City. The city earned it’s nickname from the ancient Romans, who believed that no matter what happened in the world, no matter how many empires came and collapsed, Rome would stand the length of time. To this day, the ancient Roman belief has not withered, as the capital of Italy remains a city of both warmth and energy. There were so many things to do, monuments to see, food to devour and experiences to live that we were constantly on-the-go.
Read on for my ten favourite experiences in the Eternal City.
Rome: Top Ten