Who doesn’t know Roy Lichtenstein? If you don’t maybe you should start Googling him or just search for pop art and his name should come up. In any case, I went to the Roy Lichtenstein Exhibit exactly a month ago. (Obviously, I have backlogged in my diary writing). It was interesting to see his famous works, up close and personal like the “Whaam!” and the “Oh Jeff, I love you too, but…” It was a vast collection that also featured paintings of political figures and sculptures.
What I didn’t know was that he also recreated some of the famous paintings of Mondrian, Van Gogh and Picasso. So you can see the famous artworks rendered in ben-day dots. What I found interesting was that he created all these by mere hand. It almost seemed like there was some sort of printing involved. Like any other artist, he would start from a smaller depiction of the actual size; decides what colours he liked and makes changes along the way. But what sets him apart is that if there was a thing that he thought should be changed, he would cover it up with another layer and start all over. It was practically the same technique as Photoshop that uses layers, only this time it was done manually. He would do it again and again. Try and try again until it was perfect for him. He wanted it as if it looked programmed, with no trace of human involvement.
So my point here is that even artists with talent still put in a lot of hardwork. Nothing comes easy. So you and I (#notetoself) must always remember that we should not stop trying, as cliché as it may sound. We should continue and strive for the better to achieve what we want in life. To quote more cliché sayings, “It’s the mistakes that make us a better person” and “It’s not how many times you fall down, but how many times you get back up.”
If you’re interested to see the Roy Lichtenstein Exhibition, it’s located at the Centre Pompidou. Still ongoing and will end on 4 November 2013. Click here for more details.
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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.
Just a brief history on the history of my blogging. I was always interested in writing thoughts, feelings and mundane activities of my life, so at an early age of 13 I started blogging. THAT WAS FREAKING 10 YEARS AGO. Back then there were no livejournal, blogspot, wordpress or whatever blog sourcing tool. I think? I used to develop my own website/blog using Yahoo pages. It was a too difficult to manage because its mostly HTML codes based (seehowIimpliedmyawesomeness), and let’s just face it, WALA NA AKO MALAGAY SA SITE , and I had a really bad username. NO, I WONT TELL.
After 2-3 years, I started again. My cousin’s friends, itago nalang natin sila sa pangalang, jek_log at bernarics, opened my eyes to a whole new world of blogging. TABULAS! Where I coined the word “facionizta” and had a tag line “beneath the clothes”. (REALLY NOW?!?!) It was all about making CSS, cute layouts and using Dreamweaver while simultaneously failing at it. Hindsight, re-reading what I wrote there, it was horrendous, awful, and seemingly written by an uneducated person. Kung may nagpauso siguro ng jejemon. Ako na siguro iyon. One word to describe it, YACK!
An excerpt to publicly humiliate myself:
dang.. i made my site just to fil in the tym wen i wuz sick and then now…..whoas!! webby’s starting to get a bit complicated here.. i went to people’s website and they’re lyk whoa.. amazing.. why cant i learn to do these stuff!! hehe.. coolie.. dang is my bad.. NO1’s SCHOOLIN ME!! hehe.. i’m envious! really.. but i aint got no tym!! school works got me killin.. but is all gud.. is for my peeps at school.. newei.. my bday’s near! ima turn 16! ima get my sutdent’s permit to drive!! haha.. in weeks i can drive mah car!! hahaha. in my dreams… is not my car!! hehe. but im excited! really .. so yeah.. well das it for now.. gotta bounce.. i hafta deal with things.. impt things.. MY HOMEWORK!! dang.. aryt.. bouncin!
Posted by facionizta on July 11, 2004 at 02:47 PM | thotz?->wright h
After a year or two, came Multiply. This was my longest running blog which became the diary of the drama queen. It tells a story of a girl and her tragic love story which ended as soon as the blog ended. I would probably describe it as, “Twilight-y.” Not in the vampire kind of way but of a teenage lovestruck story.
After 3 failed attempts, here I am doing it all over again. Hoping I would get things right, or not. I know not all my posts would be relevant or interesting. It would even probably be filled with too much information of myself, even the name and tag line are living proof. But what the heck, I just need an outlet to lighten my load.