Emerging from our cocoons, some would argue prisons, we look out (at the risk of hackneyed phrasing) a changed world. Of course, we remember the outside, but a little help never hurts; what better balm for the gloom of the inside than the sunshine-drenched climes of Italian winters that feel, without fail, like summer? Specifically, the kind of summer feeling you couldn’t help but want after the credits rolled on Call Me By Your Name: absorbing the pastel colours and traversing quaint and quasi-whimsical warm-toned streets to lie under the overhanging branches of an umbrella pine.
Daisy Goldman writes her take on Bushwick in New York City, commenting on the neighbourhood’s new hipster-esque idiosyncrasies in contrast to its working class history.
Academics from the School of Geography and Environment launched a survey of the staff and students at an Oxford college this week as part of the most extensive study of flying practices at the University. The survey states that the study aims “to investigate flying practices by academics, students and professional staff at a single Read More…