reflective
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Fogueres de Sant Joan, the fiesta of fires. A night full of explosion, community and togetherness. Xabía, a spanish town celebrated their 75th anniversary of the festival, with their traditional festivities. The celebration runs from the 20th till the 24th of June, annually, with the biggest celebrations being on the 23rd. Piece written for my…
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Leaving everything behind and jumping on a flight to Paris seemed almost unreal to me. Walking through the streets, past Parisians sitting at cramped tables, cigarette in one hand, glass of wine in the other. Laughter ringing out through the streets, with shouts of “devine quoi” and “avez-vous entendu?” insinuating they have no plans on…
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Grief is inevitable. Grief will inescapably come to visit everyone at some stage in their life. It can project itself in many ways, it differs from person to person and how you choose to deal with it. To some, grief is a comfort, a constant reminder of how you felt about that person yet, to…
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Red carpets, Hollywood’s elite and after parties. New York fashion week is one of the most glamorous, fast paced events in today’s fashion society, however it takes a large team to ensure the event runs smoothly. Piece written for my university newspaper.
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Although I could hear the fast beating of the water droplets hitting the roof of my car, the little tear shaped drops ran down my window in slow motion. It was a cold winter morning yet I felt warm. Almost as if I was in the eye of the storm. As I watched the raindrops…
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“How do I look?” It’s the question asked by the mirror, often in confidence, other times in fear of the answer. It’s the subtext for every outfit I style it photo I post. It’s the underlying message under every thought I have. It’s never just about appearance. I don’t dress alone- I never have. Piece…
Isla Sneddon 