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Read more: 144. Shanghai, you magnificent overachiever.144. Shanghai, you magnificent overachiever.
If cities were supermodels, Shanghai would be the impossibly tall, other-worldly beauty, all height, confidence and angles, with silky molasses-coloured hair, improbably bright blue eyes, flawless skin. The kind of presence you simply can’t look away from. I was struck by her scale and shine. There’s a palpable sense of pride in what’s been built.…
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10. Self love
Read more: 10. Self loveWalking down a boulevard towards a retail experience we apparently HAD to have. On spying an autumn coloured beautiful young french man, mustard cords,bottle green jacket, small brown scarf, slight gentleman air: Stu: I’m really liking that look. I may go for that kind of thing. Jill: (confused) You’re kind of already doing that look.…
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9. Stairway to heaven
Read more: 9. Stairway to heavenAn article in this weekend’s Sunday Times confirmed yet another reason to keep yourself on high ladies: an Italian academic recently concluded that high heels may physically help women to have orgasms. A urologist by the name of Maria Cerruto discovered that a couple of extra inches down there can twang your lady bits like…
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8. Gay Paris
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7. Works of Art
Read more: 7. Works of ArtWe were in Mayfair, trying on things we couldn’t afford, staring at wealthy people, drinking champagne and eating smoked salmon blinis for late morning tea at the Connaught Hotel and generally having an extremely nice time, when we spotted a very large bright pink pavillion with two of my favourite words annointing it: ART and…
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6. Rear Window
Read more: 6. Rear WindowWhile I would never dream of spying on a soul at ground level, there is something entirely satisfying about watching someone from one tall building to another. Hotels in particular are fair game don’t you think? Perhaps it’s because everything seems so far from real.Or perhaps it’s the opposite of that – too many reality…
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5. Seeing things
Read more: 5. Seeing thingsDo the people who live behind this Mayfair door really like baboons?









