The Tig Archives 01 / 08 / 2016 There are few people in this world who are as quintessentially cool as James Merry. Let’s list
Williamsburg, Brooklyn is one of those gems that offers practically everything you can find in a bustling metropolis like New York City, but with a charm and attitude that is uniquely its own.
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.”
New York is a city I have come to know so well in recent years, feeling less like a tourist and more like an avenue hopping, city block bustling local.
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.
I was about ten years old when I first ventured to the island of Catalina off the coast of Los Angeles. With its small town charm, rich folklore, and history of being the backdrop for many a Western film, it’s a perfect jaunt from the hum drum of Hollywood.
If you’ve been tracking my social media of late, you’ll notice that not a week goes by without me finding my derrière on a plane.
Inspired by one of my favorite books by Elizabeth Gilbert, I decided to spend the month of August (with my hiatus from filming) to “Eat, Pray, Love.” Or, in my humble interpretation: eat everything, pray (and meditate) often, and simply love my life, every ounce of it.
Sometimes jumping on a plane, train or automobile isn’t in the cards, and your only opportunity to vacate is at home sweet home.