The fact my ‘To do’ list in Chicago had three words - one of which was the word ‘Chicago’ - is a good way to describe how I spent my time in my first US city ever: in the care of relatives and friends, blissfully doing nothing. The rest of the time, I just walked, and it did not disappoint.
Chalk it up to Harry Potter, later to the His Dark Materials trilogy, BBC Sherlock, or to the Penny Pollard’s Diary book where she goes to England that I read as a child, but London always seemed like this far off, exotic destination to me and embodied something quintessentially other and ‘European’ (insert Brexit joke here).
ON DISPLAY - PHOTOS FROM LONDON
One of the top reasons I want to go back and live in London: how you feel like you could live there for a year, visit a gallery every weekend and there would still be wings of the Victoria and Albert Museum you haven’t thoroughly explored. The free admission doesn’t hurt either.
THINGS I LEARNED IN BARCELONA
Ironically, you can thank a figure skating anime setting its Grand Prix Final in Barcelona for why I spent the hottest days of European summer in the muggy heat of Barcelona’s Gothic quarters, but thank goodness for soft power marketing and Spain’s belief in air conditioning
PHOTOGRAPHING ICELAND: SOUTH COAST
I landed in Iceland to grey, drizzly skies and 12C ‘mid-summer’ temperatures and my first thought was ‘well, this is nothing like Jarrad Seng made it out to be’.
HOW TO TAKE SELF PORTRAITS WHILE TRAVELLING WITHOUT A TRIPOD
I’ve written before about overcoming the weird self-conscious belief that taking a nice portrait of yourself when travelling is somehow ‘shallow’, and so I thought I’d take it a step further so I can actually offer some practical advice.