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Nadja State of Mind

André Breton, French Surrealist author and poet, in his 1928 novel Nadja begins,"Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I 'haunt.'" ...
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Love Song for the Homesick

Hotel Amour: bring me your worn leather jackets, tired model legs, subtle designer dark circles, and spiked loafers, your 50s shaved temples and side swoops, black bucket bags, and cheekbones. Welcome. Flow over my doorstep like autumn Paris...
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La Pluie

I spent a rainy evening watching people walk by under my window, looking down on their umbrellas and footsteps peeking out in turn from under, listening to les rumeurs de la ville drift up to me. ...
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Marcher avec vos Fantômes

The intensity of city life demands that you commit to it fully, embrace it wholly - its corners, its characters, its comedy - letting its life become yours and yours its, in a kind of noisy, concrete, stop-and-go symbiotic urban relationship. I...
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Searching for Symbol

So a Symbolist and a Decadent walk into a bar. The Decadent drew a sketch on the bar napkin for the Symbolist… Don’t know that one? Imagine that. I very much wish I was clever enough to make up the rest of the joke, but even if I was, I’m...
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Wheels Up

Au revoir Kabul and onward to Paris! From a dusty airport in the mountains to the florescent beep beep beep of Duty Free in Istanbul, as much as I travel I will never get used to the disorientating feeling of rapid change. ...
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All Grown Up

I fell in love with a navy twisted bow-back bomber back in 2008. I’m not exactly sure what sidebar write-up or backwater blog I was reading when I stumbled upon it, but it was perfect. I immediately tracked down the designer’s sparse website...
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How It Stirred You

  While the summer sun is a lulling warm touch, the Fall breeze has a way of stirring you, a way of kicking up the dust inside you and bringing that stored sunshine to the surface. ...
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Spoiled by Spice

 At a hillside resort on a beautiful undeveloped island in Thailand – surrounded by rubber trees, little monkeys, and rocky islands like sprinkles in a swirl of sunset – I cried in the dining room. I was fully in tears, a grown-up on vacation,...
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The Cult of the Machine

Italian Futurism, Fascism, post-war, post-war expats, metalworks, earthworks, workers – Industrial Italy Inspiration in fashion, literature, art, and travel. Guided by the Manifesto words of the founder of the Futurist movement, Filippo Tommaso...
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