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Following on from our recent post about faux facades and buildings that don’t exist, I stumbled upon these photos by photographer Kevin Bauman, a collection called 100 Abandoned Houses. I found them spooky, provoking and strangely addictive. They were shot in Detroit – the photographer’s hometown – and the project began over a decade ago when he began to notice a steady decline in some of the city’s neighbourhoods. This week …

[ Written by Frankie | 12 Dec 2013 | 9 Comments | ]

A year ago I wrote this article about the lessons I’ve learned in the first twelve months of being a “digital nomad“. It’s become one of our most popular articles on Travelettes, it served as the basis for a number of talks I’ve given on the subject and it was recently featured in an article in Germany’s national newspaper Der Spiegel (here in German). It’s now been two years since …

[ Written by Frankie | 14 Nov 2013 | 8 Comments | ]

“When I grow up, I’m going to be a princess and live in a big palace…” a little girl once said to a curious enquirer.
Twenty-five years later, in November 2013, that little girl had grown up and her wish was granted in Porto, Portugal, of all places. At least it was granted for three nights.
But those three nights were enough thanks to the luxury, grandeur and frankly kick-ass amazing elegance …

[ Written by Frankie | 12 Nov 2013 | 8 Comments | ]

I’ve come to learn from my time living  in Amsterdam that there are a few unwritten rules you must follow:
1. Speak English better than any native speaker.
2. Run over at least three tourists a year on your bike.
3. Hate Rotterdam.
Well, unfortunately these are three rules I’m almost instantly going to fail at (apart from maybe no. 2, I’m on course to easily meet that target!) because I am a native …

[ Written by Frankie | 8 Oct 2013 | 45 Comments | ]

Last weekend I travelled back to the UK from the Netherlands for a family gathering and being the nonchalant travel professional that I am, I was running (very, very) late. As I walked (ahem, raced) through Schiphol’s main entrance I realised I had only eleven minutes to make it to my gate before it closed, including the dreaded walk through security. I got there in eight minutes.
Knowing how to navigate …

[ Written by Frankie | 12 Sep 2013 | 28 Comments | ]

I love the Netherlands. I love jazz music. And I love festivals, though preferably the mud-free kind.
I did something about all of the above by attending the North Sea Jazz Festival in Rotterdam last month. With the likes of Sting, Bobby Womack, The Roots and Dionne Warwick topping the bill, I had high expectations from the three day festival that takes place in the Ahoy venue, a huge corporate style expo …

[ Written by Frankie | 16 Aug 2013 | 3 Comments | ]

There’s an episode of Sex and the City in which Carrie and Samantha decide to cross the USA by train for Carrie’s book signing in San Francisco. Before they leave they discuss at length how glamorous it will be, how indulgent and vintage inspired. They may even squeal a bit, I can’t remember. They arrive at Central Station in smart travel outfits, weighed down with hatboxes and matching Louis Vuitton …

[ Written by Frankie | 2 Aug 2013 | 4 Comments | ]

Ten years ago I thought that being 30 was being old. I also thought that by the time I was 30 I’d have children, a mortgage and my own vintage tea room. I also thought that by 30 I’d have no interest in things like festivals and all-night parties. Ten years later at the grand young age of 31, I am (happily) child, mortgage and tea room free and somewhat …

[ Written by Frankie | 7 Jul 2013 | 6 Comments | ]

Here comes the sun, little darlings, and festival season has already begun. In the UK floods of people (and hopefully not rain) have descended upon Glastonbury and all around the world the beautiful people are beginning to tap their toes to the sound of the world being alive to the sound of music.
Festivals are to fashion like dominant eyebrows are to Lana Del Rey; the two go inextricably hand in …

[ Written by Frankie | 28 Jun 2013 | No Comment | ]

You never forget your first time. Your first time on the London Underground.
Rude at rush hour, rowdy at night, reliably grumpy in the morning, using “The Tube” to navigate your way across London as either a resident or a visitor is a rite of passage.
It’s one of the things I love to miss now that I no longer live in London. Of course, when I actually lived in London, I …

[ Written by Frankie | 3 Jun 2013 | One Comment | ]