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A vintage Ferragamo purse, a passport and a boarding pass.
: FIELD NOTES
Excerpts from cities across the world.
During my most recent trip to Marseille, I went to a beach where everyone was topless, but nobody cared about your tits. I noticed a guy hesitating at the water’s edge, gathering the courage to jump in. That’s when a woman…
Excerpts from cities across the world.
During my most recent trip to Marseille, I went to a beach where everyone was topless, but nobody cared about your tits. I noticed a guy hesitating at the water’s edge, gathering the courage to jump in. That’s when a woman…
At 22, I went to Budapest solo. I was living abroad in Europe, far away from home and everyone I knew, going through a breakup, and starting to realise that the career path I’d chosen wasn’t synonymous with joy. Things were changing out of my control, so why not feel all the feels in a sexy new foreign city?