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In Celebration of Paris in the Spring

In Celebration of Paris in the Spring

When you grow up in the UK, Paris is an extremely common city to visit. I’ve spent a lot of time here over the years: school trips with History of Art class to the Louvre and a sneaky visit to the top of the Eiffel Tower, covered in snow; grumpily dragging my feet three steps behind […]

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The Lo-Fi Lifestyle: Touring Europe with a Chilean Psychedelic Band

What is Life Like on a European Tour with a Chilean Psychedelic Band?

There is a giant shrimp staring down at me. Its beady black eye is the size of my head, and it feels extremely judgemental. Around its hard-shelled body falls a cornucopia of foodie abundance: a halved avocado, bulbous raspberries, a veiny sugarsnap pea, tumbling slices of lemon. Elsewhere, blue tinged butterflies perch happily on ears of […]

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From Syria to Calais: Nine Years of Changing Perspectives

In the summer of 2007 I travelled to Syria. Our group were on a trip around the Middle East when we crossed over the Jordanian border to arrive in the ancient walled city of Damascus. A collection of women from England, Australia, Canada and the US, we walked past palm trees and half ruined architecture above multi-coloured parasols. My […]

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The Refugee Crisis: Why Come to the Calais Camps?

I was nervous. Standing awkwardly on a patch of sloping mud below a grassy sand dune, I stared down at my hefty walking boots half covered by waterproof trousers. Opposite me stood dozens of men in a quiet line, many of their faces turned to me with vague interest. I had no idea what I […]

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The Refugee Crisis: Volunteering in the Calais Warehouse

The Refugee Crisis: Volunteering in the Calais Warehouse

There is French dirt from the Calais camps coating my clothes. Dust from the warehouse blurring the lenses of my glasses. The cracks in my hands are sore and dried out, and each finger has too many smudges of permanent marker to count. In seven days, I’ve become obsessed with packing cardboard boxes full of donated […]

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The French Art of Reclaiming Spaces

The French Art of Reclaiming Spaces

There are a few particular elements of urban life that I always watch out for when I travel. Give me one glimpse of an intriguing piece of street art and I’m lost for hours; the same thing happens in local food markets, and sadly I’m a sucker for following a pink-hued, soft-clouded sunset. While these are all common […]

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