VOLVER

 On my first visit to Granada, I proudly proclaimed that "the city definitely warrants a second visit". A year later while touring Spain, I proved myself right. As often happens after you discover something great, when you experience it again and again, it seems to lose it's charm - it's never as good as the first time. An experiential desensitisation, if you will. However, it's definitely not so with Granada. Other than the 40 degree temperature difference from my previous visit, everything else was the same. The same ease of life lingered in the air, seducing you with every breath. The same levels of awe for what has remained from it's explosive history, juxtaposed with the repose of modernity.    When you're under the Andalusian sun, surrounded by so many gems waiting to be discovered, with Sierra Nevada as a backdrop, there is almost nothing that could make you feel any sort of tension. It's as if life itself in Granada is rose-tinted. I think it's now safe to say that it's one of my favourite cities to travel to and I look forward to these future visits. In the meantime, here are some snapshots from my brief return to a most magical place.   Wearing: Mango - Shirt // Acne Studios - Trousers // Gloria Ortiz - Hat // Bershka...

SEVILLA

 As an illusory spring teases London with deceptively sun-drenched afternoons, it's only natural for me to yearn for those sultry days spent in the south of Spain last summer - wandering in earnest, trying different foods everyday and not having to worry about a vitamin D deficiency. It was an admittedly rushed trip and we found ourselves hopping from city to city like a butterfly with a voracious appetite. Seville was one of the places where I wish we could have spent more time in, not only to truly delve into its rich history but to explore its urban marvels as well. There is no doubt in my mind that I will be visiting again... but until then, here's a visual recollection of Sevilla.   Photo assistance - Claudia Naomi Wearing: Darimeya - Shirt // Acne Studios - Trousers // Prada -...

PUERTO LÁPICE

Along the historic Madrid-Andalusia route lies this little blue gem of a town - a lapis lazuli, if you may. In the olden days, there were not many places travelers could stop for food and shelter on their journeys, but Puerto Lápice was one of them. Like those travelers, we too made a quick stop here for a meal as we left Madrid and began our tour of Andalusia and Toledo. Today, this quaint place is renowned not only for its striking cobalt accents on white buildings, but because of the fictional adventures of Don Quixote. Written in the 16th century by Miguel de Cervantes, El ingenioso hidalgo don Quijote de la Mancha is considered a founding work of Western literature. On one of Don Quixote's adventures, he was psuedo-knighted after he mistook an inn for a castle... And that inn is believed to be the Venta del Quijote, where we were having our breakfast and coffee.               Shot in Puerto Lápice, Castilla-La Mancha, Spain. Photo assistance - Claudia Naomi Wearing: Zara - T-shirt // Topman - Shorts // Bershka - Sneakers // Céline - Audrey...

LOST IN MADRID

In the three sweaty days spent in Madrid this summer, I came to the not-so-groundbreaking conclusion that I'm a city slicker. Always have been, always will be. Madrid lacked the usual features of a place I'd typically fall in love with, but I was drawn by the magnetic charm of a big city. And what a city, so unapologetically metropolitan. Characteristic of a capital, Madrid bustles at full force, vibrant with life, at any given time of day. And night. People who proclaim New York as the city that never sleeps perhaps have not seen the state of affairs along Gran Vía. Whenever I'm in Madrid, I never feel displaced. I fit right into the hustle. It definitely does not feel like home either, but a strange familiarity looms overhead while, for example, I walk through Puerta del Sol, or indulge in some dessert and coffee at an industrially rustic cafe. Madrid is comfortable enough to make me forget I'm on vacation (I'm still unsure if that's a good or bad thing). My take is to not be afraid to let your instincts* guide you. The best way to experience this city is to get lost in her. Repeat after me, kids. Get. Lost. Get lost in the history of her museums and galleries. Get lost in the beauty of her oases. Get lost in the elegance of her streets. Get lost in the intoxication of her food**. Take it slow and approach your holiday with no rigid agenda. Except for San Ginés. The best chocolate y churros must always be on the agenda. Always. Thou shalt not resist.             Photo assistance - Claudia Naomi Wearing: Zara - Shirt, jeans // Bershka - Shoes     * Hopefully it does a better job...

ORNAMENT OF THE WORLD

While ransacking folder after folder on my hard drive in pursuit of some self-portraits shot a while back, I stumbled upon photos from my 10 days spent in Spain. After gushing about the magic of Granada, I completely forgot to post about the remainder of the trip. These set of photos are from the historically rich city of Córdoba - the cultural heart of Andalucía. So I'm sharing these before I forget again, while you wait for more updates on Paris Fashion Week. Soon. I promise. Córdoba was only meant to be a 24 hour stopover as I made my way to Madrid from Granada - little did I know how quickly I was about to be enchanted all over again. Completely unprepared and unaware of what to do in this city, I arrived by train under the shade of the stars. A strange sensation filled me as noticed the emptiness surrounding me on the streets, with the exception of the occasional fog rolling by. Being the clumsy character that I am, I struggled through narrow, cobblestoned streets with my trolley bag that clearly was made for far smoother surfaces. I reach my hotel and join the rest of the city's inhabitants in slumber. The following morning I explored the vicinity on foot - a little bit of a habit I've developed while travelling. I pass gardens and plazas, still lush and green, giggling children chasing mariposas and horses waiting to begin their day's share of carriage-pulling. As I walked, the winter sun warmed my skin. But there was something about this light that was different. Filtering through branches, heavy with oranges, it scattered shadows in all directions and bathed the city in a dusty glow of gold - as though to acknowledge the antiquity of this...
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