Insider’s Guide to Reykjavik
There are few people in this world who are as quintessentially cool as James Merry. Let’s list the various reasons as to why:
There are few people in this world who are as quintessentially cool as James Merry. Let’s list the various reasons as to why:
Oh, how I love the city of lights. Yes, it has been romanticized in our minds from cinematic shots of the Eiffel Tower to long walks on the River Seine — from “Before Sunrise” to “Amélie” to Jean-Luc Godard’s “Breathless.”
Growing up in LA, with a travel agent for a mom, we would pop down to Hawaii a couple times a year – a quick jaunt to immerse yourself in beaches, culture, and a heck of a lot of pineapples.
Let’s talk Sarah Flint. I have yet to meet her, but I just love her. I love that at the age of 24 she started her eponymous shoe collection that carries a range of heels, flats, and sandals as covetable as one can imagine (ahem, as seen in almost every Instagram picture I have taken of late).
Oh, mon dieu. How lucky to have two of my most adored things in one singular Tig post? 1. The city of Montreal, which always charms my socks off with its incredible eats (hi, most perfect bagels of all time), culture, and Quebequois je ne sais quoi.
More commonly known as St. Barths, and most generally associated with the yachting, sweater over the shoulder crowd, who sip fine champagne, wear high heeled stilettos with their bikinis, and probably speak French – even if only to ask for la carte des vins. This exists here.
Being a native Angeleno, annual trips to Mexico were not uncommon given the close proximity from the City of Angels. My mom and I would venture to Day of the Dead celebrations in Oaxaca, taking in the cultural revelry and chewing more chiclets than my mouth could fit.
Love at first sight. That’s what it was when I met Genevieve Hillis at Northwestern University many moons ago. She’s one of those people you trust with your life – not to mention with restaurant recommendations, the best spa treatments, hidden gems, and amazing music.
When my castmate and friend, Gabriel Macht, suggested that I camper van through New Zealand, I paused ever so slightly (thinking “Could I campervan? Should I campervan? Am I a campervanning girl?”) before saying yes. Which quickly evolved into a resounding yes.
Island hopping through the Dalmatian Coast, the smorgasbord of buoyant beauty dotted in the Adriatic sea, and sandwiched between Italy and Croatia, is worth its’ weight in gold (or Kuna, if we’re gonna go with the local currency).