Catherine Malandrino! Been doing a little goofy research on girls, models and aesthetics again. Turns out she's French!
Anyway, although we'll be spending most of our time in London (I think... oh god I have no clue what is going on), of course Paris seems all the more enchanting, romantic, mysterious and some what exciting. Though I'm looking forward to the rich sights and sounds of the iconic city of London *cue what should be their OST right here*, I just don't have the sense that the culture and people will be that much more interesting.
Okay, with the monarchy and regal heritage, there is a lot of pomp and pageantry in many of the things the English people do... Like. Um. Pouring tea. Their fancy government buildings and incredible newspaper headline fonts. Politics. Erm, their well-dressed military! Oh and... Yeah. Literature! That's it, Shakespeare and whatnot. And their "fashion". Which was all imported from... well. France. (Get the sense that I am sick of Colonial effects here... but no. Only the act/history of imposed Colonialization, although it did do countries like India some good. But not to worry, I am very much in love with everything Anglophone. I HEART WILLIAM AND KATE!!!!!!)
And if what they say about French people being snobby is to be true (which holds quite well in the Canadian-French city of Montreal, Quebec, to my experience... But of course that is a very geographically flawed comparison), I still have to give a very slow and understanding nod to this. Why? Because look at their damn history! Their sense of fashion, hairstyles, social mannerisms and etiquette, art (the idea of a masterpiece was probably borne out of the artists' ear waxes of this nation. Once the rest of the European world realized the splendor and value of beautiful art, they were like OMG!!! Did you see what Jacques just did with that painting, Reginald? If you are to be my son, see, you are to be just as skilled and talented as that young man. Understood, young chap? OR YOU SHALL GET THE HORSE WHIP IN THE STABLES BY VINCENT THY BUTLER. KAPEESH?), interior/exterior design and building infrastructure, amazing cuisine and wine culture (read Mireille Guiliano - French Women Don't Get Fat) and good looking politicians.
Prime Minister and his wife, Carla Bruni. Yeah, she's not a political figurehead blah blah blah but fuck she's so sweet and elegant.
Elaborate hair
Elaborate dresses
Back in the day, there must have been plenty of "seamstresses I'd like to get fingered by" jokes.
Holy embroidery, Batman.
The men are not spared. My balls feel so elaborate in this high-waisted poop jacket.
In today's world: HAHA LOLUFAG!
Lol.
Foreplay includes 36 tantalizing minutes of methodological clothing removal. Help from maids-in-waiting not inclusive.
Awful movie. But alas, the costumes and elaborate film sets were it's saving grace.
On behalf of Marie Antoinette's poor soul and Ms Dunst's extreme lack of emotional facial vocabulary, I sincerely apologize.
Abrupt end of entry.
(Jk. Sort of. Why did I go on such a long tirade of pro-Francophone culture? So, so, so hard to describe. It's hard to talk about this deep feeling of frustration that there are few who would be open to exploring, learning and understanding these interesting facts of something outside of their own world. Am I ever going to find someone like that, whom I will regularly interact with, be living in the same continent as, and have in my lifetime and not just for a semester or two? Is it silly to keep my hopes up that my future boyfriend/husband will maintain such qualities? Awkward. Snobbish. Intelligent. Geeky. Pretentious as fuck. That's how I see myself and how I think people who are reading this would think of me right now. I'm just in that place where I need a friend. A Canadian. Somebody with a Western-minded perspective. An adventurous person without the close-minded and materialistic pipe-vision of a... Chinese? Asian? Singaporean perspective? Yeah, you wouldn't understand.) *big sigh*
Anthropology-related/ interesting stuff: The French Paradox
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