Saluuut [səˈlut]! Only say it with the Hellooo tone, you know. I’ve always wanted to learn French and drink wine before noon, said Carrie Bradshaw and a whole quarter of our planet, probably, at once. Un quart de notre planète. Et voilà!, said I while looking at the glass of wine next to me writing this as we speak.
The ruth is I have always loved French (je ne sais pourquoi) and adored Paris and my Paris has been changing all along. Ever since before even going there, I was absolutely fascinated by it. Maybe it is the story everyone (who loves Paris) is telling (/selling) or maybe it really is about the quoi. Now that I saw it, I am in awe of it. I had adored it and I am in awe of it, oui.
Once you’re there, you can see that it is about them both. The stories and the quoi. The fact that there really is a quoi makes it all so fabulous. Because stories are everywhere, quoi is not, one of the reasons Oz was made in Paris, btw. OZ? Oz is the universe you make around you, the universe you can be the wizard of. Oz is you, hello, wink.
Cap ou pas cap? Cap!
It’s a film called Jeux d’enfants. No connection (or connection, huh), but since we are talking about quois and today is Bastille Day, we have to talk about le French. So there is this movie and I can’t decide who I like more in it. Marion Cotillard, who I loved being Edith Piaf in La vie en rose (or just about anything she is anyone in) or Guillaume Canet for being Alex in Last night. You see how “I like” quickly transformed into “I love”? Jees.
About Jees. A very good friend of mine once told me while in a store, totally amazed by my adoration for les stripes, Jees, this is so you! and I was only trying a breton stripe on and thought that it is the most common thing in the world. But he was like No, it is literally when I see stripes that I instantly think of you, not anyone else. You have an obsession, my friend! and I suppose I do.
Gabrielle Bonheur “Coco” Chanel put the breton stripe (!!!) on the fashion map in 1917 (after it being, firstly, introduced in the French navy in 1858) and the French (well, not only) women wore it like there was no tomorrow. The designer must have liked the stripes a lot, but so do we. So. Do. We.
The original breton stripe had 21 stripes, one for each of Napoleon’s victories.
If we were to talk about the French cuisine over the wine I have been looking at, we might as well wrap it all up, forget about everything and just enjoy the moment. Just as authentic (
dramatic artistic) as French women do. And French men, too. Thanks to Because of women.
… According to How to be Parisian wherever you are, by Caroline de Maigret, Anne Berest, Sophie Mas and Audrey Diwan, age should never be an excuse to go to bed early. Or The Parisienne is in love with the idea of love, which I’m not sure is the wisest approach on love, but it sounds romantic and I totally thumb up for it. Do you? We should meet. And talk in French or listen to one that would like to buy a hamburger (below) – but, maaaaan (!), their crêpes au chocolat!(!!!) – and then look deep into each other eyes’ while laughing. You see what Paris does to people?
The other thing we should be having fireworks for today is Coco having said Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.
Now I am drinking the wine to that. Not just looking. And if it actually is “before noon” when you read this, then you totally get me and my point.
And crave. I bet.