Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes."
-John Keats
all by Eibatova Karina
From Heaven Like A Weeping Cloud
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Ciao Venice!
Arriving in Venice was a bit like stepping into a film; surreal and so wonderful. We arrived after dark to see the city filled with romantic light streaming from rose-tinted, glass lanterns and reflecting off the canals. A balmy breeze rippled across the water and carried with it the sound of a free concert. After we dropped our bags off at our hostel we stepped out into the warm night for some gelato and a closer look at the music venue. People were dancing in the streets and everything that we hoped would look magical during the day, looked even more surreal and lovely in the eventide. We were entranced immediately.
The day that followed was nearly as wonderful. Venice revealed itself in the morning sun to be a bustling city full of color and winding paths. There were times when we felt we were looking for the minotaur in some elaborate labyrinth, but even getting lost isn't annoying when every street looks so picturesque...
Outfit details:
Built by Wendy dress
H&M flats
Deux Lux purse
Cheap Monday sunglasses
*pictures of me by my sister
Here are a few last pictures from Paris that didn't end up in other posts...
Au Revoir, Paris
This is my last official post from Paris, but worry not as I still have Italy to visit before I head back to the States (and mundanity consumes!). It's hard to wrap-up how I feel about Paris; I guess it is mostly because life, impressions, and memories don't fit into neat little boxes. I certainly enjoyed my time there and I think its a lovely city, but those statements don't really express much.
I'm glad everyone else has enjoyed my posts. It has not always been easy blogging while traveling (and well, that journey isn't quite over!), but it's nice to have a virtual record of these times. When you are traveling the time flies by and you tend to so much in a short while that it all quickly fades from memory. I think I would be happy to put up with every inconvenience to do it again; I'd be just as happy if my blog was a travel blog as a style one since I think I care more about new places than I do about new clothes! Lately, I've been eyeing dresses and thinking "that's a plane ticket to the west coast!" So, I suppose as I leave Paris I'm more excited about seeing new places than sad to leave this one...
Outfit details:
UO jacket
secondhand leather skirt
Deux Lux purse
*all pictures by me at Parc des Buttes-Chaumon
An Uncanny Performance Unsettles Our Ease
I briefly took a photojournalism class in college and as a result have a deep fondness for the freedom of photography in public space. In some countries this freedom has been curtailed. In France for example, you are not permitted to photograph children in public spaces, even in news situations. For some this is a privacy issue, but a number worry about the long-term results of these laws. Photography in media and art, has played an important role in recording and telling history. Can you imagine someone telling Henri Cartier Bresson he was not permitted to photograph a young boy buying gorceries? Or if someone had stopped Dorthea Lange from her series on families in the Depression Era?
Laws such as these are one of the motivating forces behind Polixeni Papapetrou's Between Worlds series. She presents children as a hybrid: both animal and child, both leisure-seeker and field worker, both shaman and innocent. Despite bright colors and whimsical depictions, this unexplained dichotomy leaves the viewer uneasy. Although their faces are obscurbed by animal heads, they aren't "play-acting;" they appear to be engaged in all sorts of activities, but none are them of children in sterotypical acts of frivolity.
Her work really picks apart the cultural concept and representation of childhood: what is the true condition of childhood and how do we commonly choose to depict it? An archetype of what childhood is has led to extreme laws that span media and art. Yet, as soon as teenage-dom is acheived over-sexualized images of these same individuals is fully acceptable. By hiding and silencing the darker side of childhood what sort of issues are created? This series seems to speak to those issues and the confusion that arises from mis-matched signals. The title itself could be an indication of those who stand between childhood and adulthood, or minds which wander between reality and fantasy...
This series which instantly captivated my eye, quickly occupied my mind and left me pondering the very issues Polixeni sensitively addresses. A very thoughtful and thorough article on Between Two Worlds can be found here.
all Polixeni Papapetrou
all Polixeni Papapetrou
**It is also illegal to photograph children in Spain and Germany; this is not an exclusively French law or necessarily a characteristic example of French laws.
La Vie en rose
I was wearing this dress when I was spotted by French blogger P; unfortunately I didn't see her and she was on her way somewhere so she didn't have time to stop and chat anyway. It's a shame because I would have enjoyed meeting her. Either way, it's always funny to hear you've been "spotted" because I tend to forget people read my blog.
As you can tell from the super, cozy Elizabeth Lau knit dress I'm wearing: it got quite brisk here in Paris. The weather forecast is similar for Italy, so my bright sunshine days of summer might be behind me and I show no signs of the slightest tan yet...perhaps I'll get some more sun and heat in NYC when I go up for fashion week?
As much as I have been bemoaning the change in the weather to my sister, I have to say this is how I always pictured Paris. I tend to form rather hazy ideas of how I think places ought to be; I try not to be too exact since that often leads to disappointment. Still, from all my stereotyped cognitions of Paris from vintage films and a few Edith Piaf songs, grey skies and a cool wind come to mind...
Outfit details:
UO belt
Target tights
Deux Lux purse
*pictures of me courtesy of my sister
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