When I was in college, I spent a semester in Denmark studying architecture. Part of our education was to pile into those tourist busses with the grey and maroon carpeted seats and be driven around to endless architecturally significant landmarks, where we’d tumble out, sketch furiously for 40 minutes, then pile back on to the bus. Often these were day trips, requiring us to get there before daybreak, returning home long after dark with notebooks […]
When I was younger, I prided myself on not being very “girly,” despising most of the frou frou things that girls were supposed to like (shopping, giggling, drinking cosmos) and keeping mostly male friends. While this led to many wonderful things (learning to like whiskey, saving lots of money), as I got older I surprisingly found myself feeling like something was missing, not unlike some phantom limb that was, surprisingly, soft-skinned, sweet-perfumed, and pink.