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YGSF Hangs Out In The Indian Ocean: The What To’s Of Holidaying In The Maldives
If you’ve been following YGSF on Instagram (which you should if you want to see photos of me dressed a unicorn on a beach), you’ll know that we spent the latter end of October on an island in the Indian Ocean. A place which makes you look like a professional photographer and feel slightly delirious when you wake up in the morning to silky white sands, turquoise sea…and sometimes rain (but very nice rain). I am of course attempting to describe the Maldives!
Check out our photo diary here (WARNING: THIS CONTAINS SERIOUS HOLIDAY BLUES): http://bit.ly/2dZ2pej
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Abbott Kinney in #hashtags: The LA Hub of Independent Fashion Boutiques and Lifestyle Cafes
If you’re visiting LA for the first time you kind of feel it’s obligatory to rent a bike, go cycling down Venice Beach and check out all the Hulk Hogans of this world pumping some iron at the outdoor gym (aka Muscle Beach). I admit we had fun doing it, but Venice Beach has become hugely touristy. What I would suggest doing is going for a little bike ride and ending up on Abbott Kinney. The LA hub of independent restaurants and cafes, as well as quirky lifestyle and fashion boutiques!
If you’re taking our advice (which you should because we’re always right) and visiting Abbott Kinney, then here’s a list of all the spots we’d recommend you try out…in the form of #hashtags: http://bit.ly/2dWRMrn
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Boamistura, the graffiti artists splashing colours all over the world
In the world of YGSF we’re not just about street style and fashion week (month), we also love discovering new countries and getting inspired by street artists all over the world. This week it’s all about Boamistura, Madrid-based graffiti artists who travel the globe splashing colours over and inspiring various cities!
Check out more of their inspiring work in an exclusive interview with the artists on our website: http://bit.ly/2e7NVJB
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The YGSF Travels: LA And All The Dope Hotspots
As you’ll know if you’ve been keeping up with the YGSF Instagram…we’ve been to LA! Naturally when you visit a place that you haven’t been to since you were 12 then you’re likely to see it in a different light. That was definitely the case for us, as the Americans would say “it was dope!” We want to share our trip with you and give you the lowdown on the best LA hotspots to hit up when you’re next visiting!
Check out the full article and super sillayy video on our website: http://bit.ly/2dO6nad
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Brewing up Turkish coffee in the Welsh mountains on a stormy day- the perfect antidote to a sleepless night.
Perhaps we should’ve expected the inevitably wet British weather on our camping trip to Snowdonia, but not knowing what to expect was all part of the fun. We’d spent a rather long time trying to find a suitable camp spot that day, eventually settling in a small, untouched patch of pine forest that had not yet been logged unlike its surroundings.
We busied ourselves pitching the tent, lighting a fire and preparing some dinner, and it was only once we had just finished setting up camp that the heavens opened. As our campsite quickly flooded with rain and the fire crackled and hissed, struggling to stay alight, Ben and I frantically began lashing a tarp to the surrounding trees, cutting pieces of cord with an old hunting knife and tying them to whatever branches we could find as rain streamed down our faces and up my sleeves.
You’d think this would’ve been the last straw at the end of a challenging day, but somehow as we sat eating fajitas in the car by the light of the fire that glowed beneath our newly constructed shelter, we caught eachother’s eyes and couldn’t stop giggling. Sure we were wet and cold, our tent was damp and our socks were soaked, but we were having fun nonetheless. We were out here alone, not another human in sight, just battling with the elements and keeping each other company.
The fondest memories we make aren’t always of the best times, and even the best-laid plans often go awry, but we embrace every moment of freedom we can find. Where adventure waits, there lies challenge, and we are prepared to follow.
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We’ve only been wild swimming for the past year or so, mainly in Cornish quarries, Alpine lakes and once in the blue Danube, but this was by far the coldest water I’ve swum in.
After a night spent camping in the Welsh forest, sheltering under a tarpaulin from the deluge of rain, we hiked most of the way up Mount Snowdon on a typically blustery Autumn day.
We’d hiked through the Pyrenees, driven the length of the Alps, travelled across the Carpathians and explored the Accursed Mountains, but never did we realise the beauty of the mountains which lay on our very own doorstep.Snowdon was every bit as wild, every bit as barren and every bit as breathtaking as the mountains we’d explored so far, although perhaps its beauty simply struck us so poignantly because it had been so long since we’d seen a landscape this untouched.
Feet hot and aching post-hike, and feeling a little less than fresh three days into our camping trip, we pulled the car over next to Llyn Dinas on a whim. After a brief walk around its shore to a spot that looked suitably clear and shallow enough to climb into, I stripped off and put on my bathing suit, then eased myself into the water. It was instantly, numbingly cold, probably no more than 10°C, taking my breath away and the feeling from my toes, but I pushed myself to lower my shoulders and swim a few armlengths out into the water.
The water was invigorating, crystal clear, Autumn-hued leaves adding little splashes of colour to the glassy surface and that view- ! Luscious forested banks framing rugged peaks toward which the water stretched infinitely- this is what I focused on as I swam a few short lengths trying to warm up, and eventually my body adjusted to the temperature and I was blissfully floating.
Nothing could compare to this feeling; cold wild water, empty open space. Warm chlorinated pools could never recreate the exhilaration and freedom that swimming in wild water provides. The cold shock was said to improve your circulation and do wonders for mental health, and floating here, fully immersed, I could see why that would be true.
Wild swimming had been at the top of my agenda for our trip to Wales, and I sat in the car shivering afterward, wrapped in as many layers as I had packed, feeling truly accomplished in myself for having gone in.
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