I was 18 when I got my first tattoo. We were in Fort Lauderdale for the holidays. It was a pilgrimage my family did along with many other Northerners, escaping the bitter Canadian cold to seek the warm lands of the South. Come Fall, heaps of families would pack their cars and drive to Florida…. read more
Read More
In 1952, unusual circumstances came together and paralyzed one of the busiest cities of Europe. Heavy foggy days were no stranger to the residents of London, but on December 4th, the metropolis found itself suffocating, literally. An anticyclone landed on the region, bringing high pressure and causing temperature aversion. Cold air found itself trapped under… read more
Read More