1/4/2023 0 Comments Kate spade travel journal![]() This miraculous and indulgent travel book is "kate spade new york: places to go, people to see" (Abrams, October 2014) with its cheery kelly-green cover, gold embossed title and breezy use of the lowercase. One glamorous, glossy, aspirational page after another - none of them based in reality, mind you - and my belief in the charm of travel was relocated. Then a book landed on my desk that allowed me to hold fast to my denial over the state of modern travel. Do we really want to dig deep into savings for the inelegance of navigating TSA checkpoints in our socks? Maybe we should stay put, I wonder. I step away from some of these web sessions disheartened. From Istanbul to Sao Paulo, from Door County to Marfa, Texas, our desires are all over the map, literally. Now that we can, we've been fantasizing wildly, punching in the names of places into travel sites seeking inspiration and a deal. For lots of reasons, it's been years since we've been able to go far from home together. Recently, I've been trying to plan a trip with my partner, Ken. I book spartan rooms and pack turkey jerky to keep costs low. I buy cut-rate plane tickets to cities with biennials and great museums. Some people buy sparkly shoes or tuition for their college-age children. I consider it my duty, as someone who writes about art, to go out into the world and have as many art experiences as I can. I still love going places, though the getting there, less and less. I was hurling into the sky and adulthood simultaneously. ![]() I wore a white cotton wrap dress and pretty wooden heels that brought my feet to a near bleed when I had to dash from one gate to another in that mammoth, U-shaped terminal. ![]() #KATE SPADE TRAVEL JOURNAL WINDOWS#I have vague memories of big windows and colorful, geometric shapes on the upholstery.Ī few years later, when I was old enough to fly alone, about 12 years old, I flew from L.A. ![]() My dad, an air traffic controller, sat in the cockpit with the pilots. My first flight, from Los Angeles to Washington, D.C., was like church. It's easy to forget how gracious travel used to be, and it wasn't so long ago, really. ![]()
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