Term Break Fashion
In the sixth installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer, who is living in Edinburgh for a year, considers the weather on her term break, then jaunts down to London and attends an alternative fashion show.
In the sixth installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer, who is living in Edinburgh for a year, considers the weather on her term break, then jaunts down to London and attends an alternative fashion show.
In the fifth installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer, who is living in Edinburgh for a year, settles into a routine abroad, learns from a friend how she needs to break away from the everyday, then does her Sunday shopping.
In the fourth installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer, who is living in Edinburgh for a year, visits Italy, where she marvels at people and architecture, and can never seem to elude those church bells.
In the third installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer, who is living in Edinburgh for a year, visits London, where she fights crowds and considers looting the British Museum.
After taking off on a top-secret Thanksgiving Day jaunt to Baghdad, President Bush appears to be on a mission to be the Badass-in-Chief. Or are there other motives at work? Our writer chases the paper trail.
In the second installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer watches “Neighbors,” hits the Highlands, and meets the most helpful shaggy dog in Scotland.
Urban character is easy--Chicago has architecture, New York has culture, Los Angeles has a six-hour flight to New York--but what about cities with zero personality? Let's say, Washington?
In the first of her series of letters from Scotland, our writer moves into her flat, learns the Scottish hoedown, and goes on a countryside jaunt that turns out to be anything but “Withnail & I.”
Driving at least once from Connecticut to California should be required for all Americans, but how to survive the trip is less understood. Timeless advice for a tiring journey.
Of all the classic New York hotels, one of its finest, the Knickerbocker, has fallen into almost-total obscurity.