Tuesday, June 17, 2014 Culture Shock: Greece-d Lightning
Hey guys, it’s me again, your friend the worst. You may remember me from my recent gripping and provocative piece on learning to love Paris. After I made my peace with the French (with the exception of the waitress at that cafe who told me there was no more breakfast and then proceeded to serve three different tables Eggs Benedict I hate you forever), I headed over to Greece to meet my friends Mish Way (of White Lung) and Hether Fortune (of Wax Idols and current bassist of White Lung) where they had a break from their international tour. We had arranged to have a little ladies vacation in Hydra, one of the Saronic islands about three hours from Athens by ferry (no relation to the evil world-wide organization that was the enemy of Tony Stark, I don’t think anyway). With the exception of one crazy night in Athens with our pals Deafheaven, all we really engaged in was some pretty high level chilling. If you ever make it over this corner of the Aegean Sea, here are some of our travel tips…
Wednesday, June 11, 2014 Culture Shock: Globetrotter: Oui Out Here In Paris
I have a confession to make. Come closer. No, closer. *whispers* I don’t like really Paris. That’s right, I said it. It’s yet another marker that separates me from my gender (female) and my species (hipster). I don’t care for French food, I don’t eat baguettes or croissants, and I entertain no romantic notions of writing poetry at a charming cafe in Le Marais or strolling arm in arm with a handsome stranger along the banks of the Seine discussing Proust while wearing some sort of swishy dress. I have to go there once or twice a year for work (do you hear the tiniest violin ever playing me a sad symphony?) and generally I serve as a painful embarrassment to the USA, scurrying around with a giant iced Americano (lol) from Starbucks, dressing like more like Joey Ramone than Jane Birkin, and culling more of my meals from the supermarket than from chic little bistros. I am, in short, the worst. However, this last trip over to the city of lights, I managed to actually enjoy one of the most beautiful cities in the world (applause, please) thanks to some great friends, a better attitude (thanks, therapy!), and a few insider tips, all of which I am here to share with you.
Friday, May 16, 2014 Globetrotter: St. Tropez
Paris might be France’s fashion capital, but the southern seaside town of Saint-Tropez has long been one of Europe’s most stylish destinations. The ultimate playground of the rich and famous—everyone from Sophia Loren to Jack Nicholson (back in the heyday) to Kate Moss have holidayed here. And though the resort first became the height of French chic in the 1960s and ’70s after it was immortalized in classic French films like La Piscine, it remains the place to be seen in summer—in Capri pants and espadrilles, of course.
Friday, May 9, 2014 Globetrotter: Mags To Snag While On A European Vacay
I really, really love magazines. I’m moving to New York soon and I’m having the most anxiety about potentially not being able to bring my entire magazine collection. And before you ask, no, I’m not really into iPad or digital versions—I’m all about that page flippin’ and dog ear-ing. The only problem with this serious hobby of mine is that the really good magazines are really hard to find in the U.S., and when you do find them, they’s usually European imports and stupidly expensive. Pretty much any European-published fashion magazine will be way cooler than it’s American counterpart. They’re not scared to take risks and aren’t trying to please everyone, which lends itself to editorials with a genuine point of view, complete with some nip-slip and provocative styling. In other words, if you like to binge on that really good 80s-90s Supermodel Tumblr, these internationally published glossies make a pretty damn good paper counterpart.
So if you do happen to find yourself in Europe any time soon, I put together this list of magazines you have to buy. And yes, this sort of souvenir purchasing may be the most thrilling and inspiring kind, but it does make your suitcase feel like you are carrying a pile of bricks. My friendly tip—smile super sweetly and say your please and thank yous to enlist the closest strong person boarding the plane to lift your heavy-ass bag into the overhead bin. -Marissa Klurstein, Content Assistant