Sarah Harvey: Drifting Beneath the Surface

With eyes trained over the edge of water, you may witness a swimmer in a moment of suspended balance. The second where their body is a weightless, floating object; their guarded breath escape in bubbles that distort their head’s swirling image. Any swimmer knows this moment, the quiet break from gravity’s bonds where you are for an instant captured by the pull of water.

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Canopy by Hilton Midtown: For the Love of ATL

It doesn’t take long for guests to take note of Canopy’s  luxurious vibe. Within seconds of entering the West Peachtree parking garage, valet staff greets you with smiling faces as they grab your bag and park your car because, well, self-parking isn’t allowed. Located in the city’s artistic district, the boutique hotel is walking distance from Piedmont Park, Atlanta Symphony Hall, the Alliance Theatre and the High Museum of Art.

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Missy Elliott: A Sound that Can’t Be Silenced

Too often fans and the media have this habit of proclaiming that an artist has fallen off. This may be true but no one takes into account what that individual may be doing behind the scenes. We get so caught up in visibility and the idea that if we don’t see something it didn’t happen. I’ve witnessed this especially when it pertains to the music industry.

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Kris + Erik: Still in Motion

“How you treat others is a reflection of who you are. Be Yourself. Be Persistent. Be Patient!” Inspiring words from photographer Kris Lou of the photography duo Kris + Erik, in a brief interview with children’s fashion outlet, petitePARADE. Kris Lou and Erik Rodgers, better known as Kris + Erik, are a married couple who’ve been working together on some very powerful projects.

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Slutty Vegan: Tis the Season to Be Slutty

There have been a few times in my life, if ever, where I wanted to wait in a dimly lit parking lot standing in the rain. I had never been to this area before and was beginning to wonder if I had typed in the wrong address on my GPS. After driving thirty minutes to the outskirts of Atlanta, I ended up in Doraville, GA following a winding street, a row of parked cars, and the promise of the sluttiest cheeseburger in Georgia.

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