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…
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.
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.
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
When my best London buddy Sharmadean Reid (owner of a very cool company you might know called WAH Nails) iMessaged me to suggest a mid-winter reunion in Jamaica, I blue-bubbled back with a resounding, “HELL YES.” I hadn’t been to the Caribbean island since I was a little kid, but I didn’t need much persuading to go back. Sunshine, reggae, sea water the color of Listerine… what’s not to like about that list?
So Sharma and I flew into Montego Bay Airport from our respective sides of the ocean, roping in our favorite LA fairy Camille Garmendia for the ride. I knew I was going to like Jamaica from the moment we stepped out of the airport and got that first hit of sultry, tropical heat. What I didn’t know is that I was about to fall head over heels, butterflies-in-the-stomach in love with Jamaica. That little island got me bad. Here’s how.
When we say Hirari Ikeda is a Tokyo street fashion icon, we ain’t kidding. There are entire blogs dedicated to her ever-evolving style, and her badass look even caught the eye of Diesel Art Director Nicola Formichetti who placed her in the brand’s spring/summer 2014 campaign. When she’s not mean-muggin’ on the streets of Harajuku, she works in one of the most influential shops in Tokyo, Dog. Take a peek inside the store and find out more about Hirari’s daily style inspiration in our interview below!
(Photos by Yuji Murakami)
In case you haven’t noticed, we’ve been mega obsessed with Tokyo as of late—and you can thank our Senior Content Editor Rosa Lieberberg for that. She headed to Japan (for the first time ever!) and met up with The Model Burnbook’s Cailin Hill and IO Echo’s Ioanna Gika in the heart of Tokyo. Luckily, she decided to share her super kawaii adventures with us and spill on all the best places to visit. Upon arrival, Rosa holed up at the Grand Hyatt Hotel, which had incredible views of the city—“I have a thing with views. It’s so peaceful, and it puts everything in perspective”—and it also happened to be where they filmed Lost In Translation. “I did think I should have a moment in sheer underwear like Scarlett, but then again, I’m not Scarlett so I didn’t do it.” She did, however, manage to bust out her For Love & Lemons body chain for the first time despite the freezing temperatures. “If I were to actually move to Tokyo, I would probably transform into a manga warrior, and this body chain was one step toward that.”
Our girl Keely has finally returned to our side of the pond, and while we are very excited she’s back in the States, we are sad to see her amazing European adventures come to an end. As a tried-and-true trusty pen pal, she spoiled us here at home with this third (and final!) installment. You know what they say, third time’s a charm, and Keely’s snapshots of London, Barcelona and Paris are no exception.
Winter may be approaching, but that won’t stop our Studio Production Intern Keely Murphy from going on some seriously awesome overseas adventures. She’s back again with the second installment of her European diary—this time she traveled to London, Amsterdam and Paris. Cue pangs of jealously right about… now.
There’s nothing more exciting than a killer trip overseas, but that takes loads of time and, you know, money. Luckily, we got the next best thing: excerpts from Nasty Gal Photographer Kat Borchart‘s travel diary! She just returned from Tokyo and has some seriously amazing visual evidence to prove it.