by Emily Wilska They lurk on airport shuttles, trying to lug suitcases the size of Herman Miller chairs and blocking the aisle or the door (or both) in the process. They slink about San Francisco in July, shivering and blue in tank tops and shorts that do nothing to protect from the city’s frigid summertime…
by Tami Yu Part sculptor, architect and painter, nationally-renowned couturière Colleen Quen’s designs are made of fantastical dreams. Inspired by nature’s motifs, Impressionist art and modern architecture, Quen passionately creates gowns that are glamorous, feminine and dramatically chic. Practicing authentic, centuries-old French couture techniques, Quen can create anything one’s heart desires – her talent is…
After a couple of days in noisy Kathmandu, it’s exciting to get out to the mountains, whether you go in a rickety bus for the eight-hour-long journey along bumpy roads, or fly in an eight-seater plane and wonder where you are going to land (until a landing strip suddenly appears on the side of a…
Luckily ladies, Vancouver is a foot-friendly city, offering a plethora of footpaths and plenty of lush green park areas to work off your expanding middle-belly. Or, if you’re so inclined: rent a bike and peddle around the Stanley Park Seawall and watch the floater planes glide in through the harbor. It was on one of…
by Kirstine Fratz Whoever said that the Germans don’t know how to party should be in Germany now. We are hosting the soccer world championship at the moment and the world is our guest. Here in Hamburg one of the biggest adventures is to go to the main station. People from everywhere, wrapped in their…
by Suzanne Dunning In a past life my soul must have been broken into many different pieces and scattered throughout the world. Somehow my intuition always seems to know exactly where to find them— in a pint of Guinness on the Dingle Peninsula in Ireland, on a beach at the base of Mt. Etna in…
by Julie Ferro January 14, 8:30 AM. Tribhuvan International Airport, Nepal. This airport is the perfect setting for a living or waking nightmare. It looks like a bus depot in a deserted, depressed, outpost—a place you might find yourself stranded in a dream. My sister, Virginia, and I are flying home to Los Angeles after…