I honestly am particularly a little bit insecure about my physical attributes and to some extent maybe most of women do have insecurities. This is not to promote a certain brand but Dove, about 6 months ago, had this campaign of how women generally project themselves. Here’s a short clip.
In a way, this video has made me think about myself more and appreciate what I have, and going to the exposition at Les Art Décoratifs reinforced this. The exhibit was primarily how the undergarments evolved. How from steel frames changed to corsets to the modern day brasserie. What’s interesting is that the undergarments had a subtle way of showing that through time, the notion of women’s freedom and beauty evolved. As time progressed, there were less constraints on the body which also paralleled how women had more choices and power over themselves. The ideal body also adapted with society: from voluptuous to straight to more hips to straight again to curvy and to a slim figure. It is how society perceive as beautiful which has in a way provided a standard of looks. They have imposed what is beautiful and anything out of the set of guidelines are thought to be unattractive. In a way this promotes frustrations and discontentment in how they, or shall I say, “WE”, perceive ourselves because we naturally want to belong to our society. Consequently, we also tend to forget that beauty is relative. As seen in the exhibit, it changes over time. It even changes with society. HECK, it even changes per person. What for me is beautiful is different from yours. So the next time you think you’re not skinny enough, not tall enough or not “whatever” enough, just remember that in another time or a different society, you are the most beautiful of them all. Chin Up Girl!:) LOL #GirlPower (sorry, I just had to hash tag it.)
Here is a short video on the exhibition since photos were not allowed inside.
While I savor these last few months before my upcoming 25th birthday, I feel it’s important to reflect on the existential tribulations that come along with it. And while I’m more than aware of how very young 25 still is, it doesn’t lessen the blow of these changes to remember that 30 will be more difficult. Let’s not talk about 30.
1. No longer being able to say, with what feels like complete impunity, “I’m in my early 20s.”
2. Realizing that there was a lot of your behavior and general decision-making that you blamed on being in your early 20s, or at least felt excused from because you were just “figuring it out.”
3. Feeling the ever-growing chasm between the friends who have “careers” and the friends who have “jobs,” and wondering what side of it is even better to be on. (Are you drowning in work that you’re…
2013 was the year of waiting, for me at least. I have waited for almost every major life event that happened this year. I waited for the right time to resign. I waited for the results of my program application. But, I wouldn’t be able to attend the program if not for the scholarship grant, so I waited for the results. Eventually, I then waited for my last day at work which was 6 months after I tendered my resignation. Finally, I waited for the day of my flight. Although this wasn’t really the end of the waiting game.
Yes, I did a lot of waiting, but each of these made a big impact on my life. It will be too long for me to explain so let me just get to the point, sort of.
So every year, they have this thing called Journée du Patrimoine (Heritage Days) wherein historical spots, museums and the like open their doors to the public for free. Some of the most famous sites visited are the Palais de l’Elysée (Like the Malacanan for the Filipinos or White House for Americans) and the Sénate. Coming from a country where there are almost close to none investments or priority in the arts, I wish we had something like this as well. I still believe that our culture is as rich as the French. It’s just that only a few really bother to preserve it. That’s another story or probably post.
For that weekend (September 14-15, 2013), My classmates and I decided to go to the Fondation Pierre Bergé-Yves Saint Laurent. They opened the office and the studio where Saint Laurent worked. Unaware of what to expect, there was a long line. We waited for an hour and decided to just move on and leave the queue since there were people making us leave anyways.
I was decided that I wanted to go, so I went back the next day to visit. I waited again, not just an hour but 3 hours. Props to my friend for sticking up with the waiting even if he had no direct interest in fashion since he was taking his masters in Public Affairs.
It was so surreal to enter the building, all the waiting made me feel that way, I guess. Taking photos were not allowed and since I’m not a very descriptive person here’s a photo of the hall where they attended to clients.
We then headed to the office where my jaw dropped because of the number of Andy Warhol paintings. There was a painting of Marilyn Monroe, but it wasn’t just your usual four-frame-portrait; it was made of like 20 or more. On right side was a handwritten note which says “For Pierre and Yves.” There was more written there but I my memory is failing me. It might have said something like congratulations on your new home or something like that. There was another Warhol painting hanging inside a hall that seemed like a boardroom. This painting is the larger-than-life portrait of Yves.
Eventually we were brought to the studio where Yves (yehessss first name basis!), worked. There were samples in canvas, samples of dresses he made including the Mondrian and a very elaborate jacket made of intricate beadwork that was shaped into some sort of floral patterns. I can imagine the time, patience and hardwork put to finish that jacket. It was so eyecatching and elegant. The guide told us that they don’t usually bring the clothes out because they have a special storage in which temperature is maintained to avoid disintegration. There were also compilations of the sketches, all of which are stored in their archives.
I’m also assuming that Andy and Yves were really really really close because even Yves’ dog had a portrait done. If you can see the that yellow with dog portraits in the background, that’s what I’m talking about.
In any case, I thought it was an enriching to visit the office and the studio where most of the creative juices flowed and materialize into an actual clothing. It was like stepping into his own world and even just for a few minutes I was able to experience it. I had to get something that will remind me of this experience. So I got a booklet and this post card with a quote from Yves:
So I would say, that visiting this place is worth it and it reminded me of the value of waiting and accepting what you have right now.
There’s more to “Paris” than your usual touristy places. As one might know, it is situated in Île-de-France which literally means island of France or centre of France as it hosts the country’s capital. Just a short lesson on history, Haussmann was commissioned in 1850-60’s to update Paris’ old look and modernize the city. This meant that some buildings were reconstructed, destroyed or rebuilt according to his aesthetic. Part of his plan was to make sure that the buildings had uniform height and similar windows. On a positive note, he updated the look of Paris and made the city organized from chaos and filth. Unfortunately, there were buildings and churches that were forced to be demolished as it did not deem beautiful enough for Haussmann. Legend has it that there were more beautiful cathedrals, far cry from the Notre Dame. He created the “new and improved” Paris while simultaneously “destroying” the old Paris.
So what’s the point of all this blabbering about Haussmann? It’s to point out that there were really interesting architecture in the city that were destroyed. Take for instance an interesting suburb of Paris called Sèvres, southwest of the region and about 30 minutes away.
I was required to visit a doctor for my Student Social Security and through a relative/friend here, she brought me to their family doctor from Sèvres. If not for that, I would have not been able to see this awe-inspiring place. As seen from the photos, it has very interesting structures and house. Although very different from each other, it had a different feel and aura if I may say.
(Just to digress a little bit, yes we have this medical insurance which makes all medical expenses reimbursible. Coming from a developing country, that’s one of the coolest thing being a student here aside from special discounts.)
Fast forward to today, thanks to former president Sarkozy, he initiated this plan of developing the cities outside Paris. He coined the term Grand Paris (Greater Paris) which includes very interesting areas including Versailles and La Defense, to name a few. In a few years time, new transport services will be developed for more efficient traveling to and fro the greater Paris.
Now, if you are visiting Paris and have more than enough time. Take time also to visit the “outside” cities. 🙂
Sources: History of Paris Classes, Wikipedia and heresay. :))
Upon reading my first post, I found it so funny that I am now trying to revive this blog after almost two years. Looking back, I must say my life has completely changed. When I started this blog, I was working as a Merchandising Manager for a luxury department store in Manila. Fast forward… I quit my stable, and for most people, promising job to study again. I am currently taking up Masters in International Luxury Management a l’Institut Français de la Mode in Paris.
Part of our program is to go to different exhibitions. We are actually given the task to make a journal of those we visited. At first they wanted us to do a diary, but then our program director thought that it might be dated, so it was then suggested to do a blog. I was thinking of a good and catchy name for a blog; something that would relate to a Parisian way of life. I was going for a seemingly “professional” blog. But I am no writer, “I’m basic english.” My grammar is not perfect. And my friend would have probably edited most of the things I wrote/have written (case in point). I am not an expert in what I do. BUT I am here to share my experiences, thoughts and just to write about what I think. So I decided to keep my old blog with my name to keep it personal.
I also post too much on Instagram and Facebook that I needed another outlet to document what goes on day by day: as I try to learn again how to be independent and try to live a local life as a foreigner.
I don’t know if I can keep up this time. But what the hell, I know this is going to be an interesting year ahead.