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Postcards from Holly: I met a different him on a different subway

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Friday, 8 July 2011. I met a different him on a different subway. Only be five minutes late. Which is totally acceptable in my book. I just needed a clear route with nothing to slow me down. But, this is London, awash with fucking foreigners. Having lived here for 12 years, I no longer consider myself to be a fucking foreigner –. Am a native. And so I set off on my mission impossible. Best escalator/suitcase practice dictates that you should always place your suitcase on the step. You and not on the step.

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Postcards from Holly: How the 2013 Venice Biennale made us think about climate change

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Sunday, 24 November 2013. How the 2013 Venice Biennale made us think about climate change. The temperature is rising, everyone is enjoying the sun, but there is a slight niggling thought at the back of people's minds that maybe this is to do with global warming. And the guilt sets in, despite the fact that we're delighted to finally see that burning yellow orb back in the sky for the summer. Alfredo Jaar's main installation at the Chilean. A version of this article originally appeared on FAD in July 2013.

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Postcards from Holly: The Dance of Attraction

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Monday, 13 June 2011. The Dance of Attraction. Zzzappp. There it is. That spark of attraction. It hits you the first time you spot him. You glance at him, quickly scanning him up and down, checking for any flaws or imperfections that might cause you to think twice, but nothing catches your eye in a negative way. Your eyes meet. You smile. If he smiles back, you raise your eyes to meet his again. If not, you let your brain move to the next thing on your agenda for the day. Posted by Holly Howe. The Dance ...

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Postcards from Holly: Riding on trains

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Wednesday, 3 August 2011. I feel like I’ve done quite a lot of riding on trains in the past few months. It’s always a pleasant experience – an opportunity to read your book, do some writing, or just gaze out the window, letting your mind go for a walk. And it. However, despite all of this, one of my favourite train journeys was a rough and ready jaunt from Bentota to Colombo. The two hour journey along the west coast of Sri Lanka was ca. People bustled up and down the train, selling dried peppers as snac...

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Postcards from Holly: Eastern Promise - London's Best East End Galleries

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Saturday, 20 July 2013. Eastern Promise - London's Best East End Galleries. So waaaaaaaay back in November 2012, I wrote an article for Uno Stile di Vita, the glossy magazine for guests of the Baglioni Hotel Group. It wasn't published until Spring 2013, and then it took me a while to get hold of the PDFs, and even longer to reformat them (shout out to Neil Googe. For his help with that), but here it is at long last. Posted by Holly Howe. Labels: brick lane galleries. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Postcards from Holly: Writing myself to sleep

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Sunday, 23 September 2012. Writing myself to sleep. How legible.”. And how lacking in passion and enthusiasm. But it’s fine. I’m just terribly, terribly tired and yearn to peel off my clothes and discard them in a pile on my bedroom floor before sliding into bed. Oh that’s it. I just can’t bear to think about it anymore, I’m going and that’s that but I really am. Thing to think, but I’m just so desperate. Posted by Holly Howe. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Tales from the city. Sites for your perusal.

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Postcards from Holly: Ireland at the 2015 Venice Biennale

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Wednesday, 29 July 2015. Ireland at the 2015 Venice Biennale. The following is an article I was commissioned to write by The Irish Examiner back in May this year:. Ireland in Venice - how Sean Lynch conquered the Arsenale. Sean Lynch at the opening of the Irish pavilion. Photo by Holly Howe. 8220;You have got to be kidding me – you’re not actually staying here, are you? Now in its 56. The Irish pavilion has been in assorted locations since 1950. While you will see dedicated art lovers traversing the ...

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Postcards from Holly: Love songs in the middle of the night

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Thursday, 14 February 2013. Love songs in the middle of the night. Out”, but songs of pure unadulterated passion. Every now and then, a car passes in the distance, threatening to drown them out, but my ears strain for their music and their voices seem to crescendo in defiance. I drift back to sleep, with their romantic chorus echoing in my ears…. Posted by Holly Howe. Birds singing at night. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Tales from the city. View my complete profile. Sites for your perusal.

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Postcards from Holly: Why Frieze left me frozen

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Friday, 16 November 2012. Why Frieze left me frozen. On 19 Oct 2012). I don’t like it. There, I’ve said it. And I may well be the only person to say it because everyone I speak to thinks it’s great. This year was my third time going to the fair and as I walked around, I tried to put my finger on what exactly it is that I don’t like. Initially I thought that maybe it was because I was viewing it on my own and that perhaps the reason I enjoyed Art Basel Miami Beach. It was completely different. Which is no...