Nomadic travel is about moving without a strict plan. It’s not just ticking places off but rather letting yourself get lost, talk to people, stumble across the unexpected, and live the moment. You don’t follow a map; you create your own.

My journey started in 2006 with my first real trip abroad—from Poland to New York and New Jersey. In 2007 and 2008, I lived there for a few months. Back then, there were no smartphones, no Google Maps with all the hot spots and recommendations. Just a paper map and my feet. I walked a lot, especially when I got tired of the subway—and that’s how I started discovering places.

I remember stumbling upon the Museum of Sex completely by accident, which led me to other hidden corners of the city. I spent a lot of time in the Lower East Side, found cool hangouts, and got obsessed with the musical Rent. I started reading more about Jonathan Larson and his tragic story, even tracking down the café where he used to sit and write his script.

That’s also how I discovered small fashion boutiques, although at the time I had no idea I’d end up writing about fashion professionally.

Museum of Sex, NYC

One of the most memorable things? A friend in Brooklyn told me to check out a site called thedanger.com and subscribe. A few days later, I got an email about a secret warehouse party in Bushwick. No address, no clue—just the thrill in the air. That party was next-level. Art, music, semi-legal chaos. Magic. These kinds of places aren’t for tourists. You only find them when you start asking around and talking to locals. That’s the real gateway.

Bushwick Warehouse Party

When I came back to Poland to finish university, I already knew I didn’t belong there. In 2009, I got my first (and only) job in Poland at a local TV station as a journalist. I mainly covered social issues, fashion, and art. I hated the city, but I loved the work.

In 2010, I left Poland and moved to Budapest. I missed working in TV, but I knew I couldn’t do the same thing there, I didn’t speak Hungarian (and never planned to learn it, honestly). I knew Budapest was just a temporary stop, like Brno in the Czech Republic, where I studied for a semester.

But my experience in New York and the work I did in TV gave me the push to start The Spoiled Queen. I began writing about Budapest’s cool spots, nightlife, digital nomad hubs, and of course, fashion. I was actually the first person to write about Hungarian fashion in English. That caught the attention of international media—BBC, Culture Trip, even Google asked me to contribute when they were promoting Maps in Budapest. EasyJet hit me up for their in-flight magazine. Qatar Airways gave me two pages to cover cool local spots.

Qatar Airways Inflight magazine

But Budapest wasn’t enough. Every time I travelled, I didn’t act like a tourist; I moved like a local. I partnered with boutique hotels and guesthouses, wrote about them, but most importantly, I talked to people. Locals told me where to eat, party, work remotely, and what to avoid. I covered all of it, plus local fashion (my number one obsession), underground electronic music, and live jams, because honestly, I can’t live without those.

A random road trip around Serbia—me, watching weird sculptures in the mountains, literally in the middle of nowhere, with my adventurous Serbian friend—ended up being a full magazine feature. Another unforgettable trip to Berlin, which was supposed to be just a short piece covering Berlin Fashion Week (where I was invited), turned into a full issue: the ‘Berlin Lovers‘ edition, featuring the best places to kiss in the city. These are just some examples of how the magazines come together, always with my personal stories woven in. Honestly, sometimes it feels like I’m just writing a very stylish diary.

Berlin Issue

Serbia Issue

When the pandemic hit and Portugal was the last country in Europe to close its borders, my friend and I caught the last plane and spent two weeks travelling from south to north. I stayed in a surf camp, not because I surf (waves terrify me more than they excite me), but I wanted to see what it’s like. I ended up writing a full review in my magazine, so people who’ve never tried surfing could get a real feel for it. It wasn’t sponsored, we paid for everything ourselves. The fun depends so much on who you’re with. Not everyone brings good energy. But I made the most of it.

The Portugal Issue

That trip also sparked my love for Portuguese fashion, which I’m still obsessed with. At some point, the website wasn’t enough. That’s one of the reasons I started creating local magazines, each one dedicated to a city or region. More space, more creativity, real interviews, and visual freedom.

Another crazy trip? Spain, 2019—five cities in six days. That became a full magazine issue. Same with Tuscany. I ended up in a village called Quarazzana with a population of 13 residents. I stayed with the sweetest Italian woman who showed me around—factories making local drinks, old-school bread makers, people still using traditional techniques.

Tuscany Issue

The same thing happened a year later when I was invited to Pitti Uomo in Florence. What was supposed to be just a short review of this male fashion paradise ended up becoming a full magazine issue. Later, my friend joined me, and after a random conversation with a restaurant owner in one of the villages we stayed in, I told him to join the local fishermen and take some photos. What he captured was beyond imagination—out on the open sea, documenting the insanely hard work of these men. And honestly, what they were pulling out of the water didn’t even look like fish… more like sea monsters.

Pitti Uomo Issue

Pitti Uomo Issue

In Athens, I discovered this hidden bar where everyone was chain-smoking despite the citywide ban. The owner was a chain-smoker himself and also part of a random political party. By 3 p.m., we were drunk on ouzo, laughing like old friends. Those are the moments that make a trip unforgettable.

Athens Issue

Every time I travel, half the magazine is always about local fashion designers, inspiration, and interviews. When I moved to Madrid, it made sense to break it down by neighbourhoods. I started with Lavapiés, and now I’m working on new fashion packages for people who want to discover local fashion, without necessarily needing a personal stylist. Just cool places, good people, and a local experience.

Lavapies Issue

To me, nomadic travel is the most beautiful way to experience the world. You don’t need a perfect plan—just curiosity and openness. Walk the streets, talk to strangers, eat the food, listen to the stories. That’s the real adventure. And if you can support local businesses and artists along the way? Even better.

Let me know what you think about this kind of travel—how do you usually travel, and do you shop when you’re in another country?