To Suzdal

Nov 4, 2013 by

At 4:13 am, the train chugged into Vladimir. After a long time queueing for train tickets in St Petersburg and encountering a stiff and brute language barrier with both the ticketing agents and the huffing and puffing impatient Russians behind us, this was the only option we had. The provodnitsa had gently touched my leg as I slept rigidly on one of the upper berths of the third class wagon. I was jerked roughly from a light sleep and gathered my belongings. When I stepped off the train, travel partner in tow, we watched as family members met loved ones who had arrived with us, and I thought how nice it must be to have someone there to greet you at 4 in the morning, to then get in their car and be ferried to...

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Wham, Bam

Nov 24, 2012 by

San Francisco, USA   Because who doesn’t love street art and wall...

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Thinking About…

Nov 15, 2012 by

Montreal! I loved Montreal when I went with my mum this past February. By late tomorrow night, I will be back for a raucous weekend with my classmates. I’m sure my love for Montreal will only...

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We All Feel Like This From Time To Time...

Oct 27, 2012 by

But only some of us write it on a wall. Montreal, Canada...

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Sorry About Your Wall, Montreal. (deux)...

May 17, 2012 by

Montreal, Canada I think I have provided sufficient evidence in the art/graffiti debate: these pieces transcend graffiti.  Definitely...

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Sorry About Your Wall, Montreal. (un)...

May 16, 2012 by

I can’t believe I’ve managed to keep these from you for so long… Montreal, Canada I went off the beaten track to get some of these photos. Mum and auntie were off traipsing down the main street with the map, and I kept an eye on them as I scooted down back alleys, slipping on ice, all in the hunt of the photo. My hands were cold, but the images were bright and vibrant. I couldn’t help myself. More to...

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