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.
There have been some lofty travel goals set in my wanderlust-filled life, but 48 hours in Istanbul was perhaps the most ambitious.
Christiane S-M O’Connor is a true insider—as a Danish actress, TV host, and founder of the uber-chic Chri Chri, an online magazine devoted to inspiring women—she’s not only one of the most in-demand people in all of Denmark, but she’s really lived and breathed all that fantastic Danish culture.
The Sundance Film Festival has been known to be the launching pad for many a successful independent film (Little Miss Sunshine, The Usual Suspects, and this year’s film-to-watch, Boyhood, all premiered at Sundance)—but this once small, idyllic film festival set in the mountains of Park City, Utah, is now much, much more than its humble beginnings.