Believe it or not, there’s more to France than Paris, in the same way that there’s more to England than London. Chances are, like us, you’ve been missing out on a huge chunk of a beautiful country with so much to offer. On one end of the spectrum there are Mediterranean beaches and on the other the snowy French Alps. The Dordogne Valley fills the gap into between these two parallels with wondrous landscapes, quaint villages and esteemed French cuisine. Sit back and enjoy the view Through The Lens once again as we capture the beauty of Brive-la-Gaillarde.
While we love technology and the new, we get just as excited about heritage brands and products with history, just have a look at our work with Levi’s or the story of how we’ve attempted to Make History. This time we’ve been given the opportunity to work with another brand that we’ve admired for a long time. If you don’t know already, Red Wing is an American brand rooted in uncompromising craftsmanship, with over 100 years of practice in the art of designing and producing footwear that’s made to last. With two pairs of boots and a woodland to explore, Adam and I put their hard work to the test.
Every so often we need a bit of adventure in our lives. While we get lost in the 9-5, it’s easy to forget to explore new things, try something for the first time or challenge yourself. As we’ve said before, too often we get caught up in the busy city lifestyle, stuck behind our screens, and make little effort to adventure in to the great outdoors. So, when Mud House Wine, a brand built up from an adventurous spirit, asked to explore the incredible Forest of Dean, we packed our walking boots and headed for the pines with our cameras, open minds, and a #TasteforAdventure.
While at heart I am a backpacker, my adventure comes with a twist. The modern metropolitan cities of Singapore and Kuala Lumpur aren’t quite so suited to the budgeting traveler exploring backpacker routes. Instead they can provide a buzzing city break or for many a place of business; and if you look in the right places, you can still find heaps of character, culture and history infused within the streets, the food and the people that make these cities what they are. With three incredible and very different hotels as bases, I was free to wander and wonder within the city streets.
Not far from the busy weekend streets of Brick Lane, with its determined shoppers and queues for cereal, we found a wonderland. The location, which will remain secret at the request of Brit, was filled with wonders from years gone by. Magnificent tattered chairs, large wooden tables and a variety of antiques sat below a mist of incense. A musical duo performed in the background and an interesting chap repeatedly entered and exited to light his cigarette on the candles. The scene was set to delve into the mind of a curious illustrator with a knack for poetic one liners.
Arriving in Hanoi was a shock to say the least. Far from a negative however, it was instead just different, unfamiliar and far from what any Westerner is used to seeing on a day to day basis. Nothing could have prepared me for the wild roads, the constant noise, the humidity or the motorbikes piled high with large furniture items casually being transported across town. While for the first day this was daunting and crossing the road or even just walking down it terrifying (have a look at a Hyperlapse video I made), I quickly absorbed the city and tried to become one with its madness. Like anywhere in the world, if you can’t do this then your lack of connection and confidence with the environment will soon lead you to trouble.
As I sat aboard the Arlanda Express, making the final part of my journey to Stockholm, I was alone with my own thoughts. Since finishing university, time has flown by and as one often finds, I haven’t done half of the things with my free time that I wanted to do when I was so ridiculously busy researching dystopian fiction and typing away furiously to the tick tock of the deadline clock. I’ve spent much of that time not so patiently waiting to board a flight to somewhere in South East Asia and begin my journey around the region. In that moment of solitude, with Sweden passing rapidly outside the window, I knew I was making the right choice in accepting my call to adventure and going it alone in the big wide world. But this, my short stay in Stockholm, would be the true test. It would be my first time travelling solo and a part of me knew that my mind, though set on travelling, could potentially be swayed.