Showing posts with label Europe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Europe. Show all posts

Thursday, 31 October 2013

If You Can't Meet Them, Read them!

I have completely exhausted my mother with stories of Gertrude Stein, the 20's, 30's, 40's, and Europe. And when you exhaust one outlet, what do you do? You find another! So here I am.

It is fair to say that I am living in the now but dreaming of the early-mid 1900's. I am Owen Wilson in Midnight in Paris. But do not fret! I have a solution. Here is what we are going to do. We are going to build a time machine and then we are going to hope right onto this beautiful piece of machinery and make it in time to have dinner with Stein and Matisse on the rue de Fleurus. I mean, if Stewie Griffin can build one, why can't I? Then, on the way back, perhaps we can enjoy a Ballet Russes, conceived by Diaghilev, decorated by Picasso, and dressed by Chanel. Like seriously! Am I the only one that finds it incredibly unfair that we missed this era?!? My awe and infatuation is seriously turning into plain old bitterness. 

I love history, fashion, and art and lately, everything that I have been reading has revolved around these three subjects and I am loving it! I’m just going to go through one today. If I discuss more than one in one blog, I have this fear that you may return.

Side note: I get VERY attached to books. I am disgustingly obsessed with Europe, especially Paris and the South of France at the moment. But, I think I am in love with what they used to be and not necessarily what they are today. Although, that does not mean that they are not beyond exceptional today. They are just different. They lack the life and emotion that exuded from them when art, literature, and fashion were conceived by the geniuses that lived there and expressed in countless books, on plenty of canvases, and listened to through beautiful gramophones. These revolutionaries thrived on the simple things in life. They lived for friendships, love, and adventure. 

Sleeping with the Enemy, Coco Chanel's Secret War - Hal Vaughan

This book was mind blowing! If you haven't read it, I seriously recommend that you do especially if you enjoy learning about WW2. It encompasses everything! Incredibly engaging from beginning to end.  

To begin, Coco Chanel was a Nazi. Yup! Safe to say that that was quite the disappointment. At that point in history, I would assume many people shared her anti-Semitic views however, not many jumped at the chance to collaborate with Nazis. Not that they shine in a better light, a racist is a racist. However, what I do not understand is why anti-Semitism still runs through the veins of the fashion industry today. Take Galliano for example, he's a charmer wouldn't you say? Gotta love such thoroughly expressive assholes. Although Dior had done the right thing and suspended him, I’m sure he is fairly cozy shacked up with Oscar De La Renta nowadays. And by Oscar de la Renta, I mean the fashion house, not the man himself. But I digress. Back to Chanel. After reading the book, I am just in awe about how clueless people are. Actually, I'm not in awe of their ignorance, I'm mostly in awe of the sheer quantity of individuals who possess this blatant ignorance.

Sure, Coco Chanel was a creative genius. She did a great deal for fashion in her day and her legacy lives on today. In fact, she basically set the precedent for the little black dress, suits for women, jersey fabrics for women's daily wear, and costume jewelry. She broke through many of the expectations and customs of the day. However, it should also be noted that she accomplished everything that she had not because she was a brilliant businesswoman, but because she had many rich and powerful lovers. This, as one would assume, can really help a young gal out! And it did. Unfortunately, her anti-Semitism worsened over the years, as did her use of morphine injections. Her collaboration with the Nazi's was a personal choice. Her betrayal of her country was a personal choice and interestingly enough people do not care. But why not? If we're quoting every completely empty and pathetic thing she has ever said such as, "A woman who doesn't wear perfume has no future." Really Chanel? Really? Maybe that is why her first perfume Chanel 5 did so well during some of the hardest financial times in history. Maybe everyone was desperately seeking a future than can only be guaranteed by a bottle of Chanel perfume. Maybe. But probably not. How about "A woman should be two things, classy and fabulous''? I swear, i think this quote is reposted on social media more often that the rate of babies being born. Now, don't quote me on this, but I think a woman should be a few more things. Just a few. BUT, as I was saying, if we are quoting these lovely perils of wisdom, why are we not focusing on the other things she said and did that were not so neutral? Do people truly not care? When millions of Parisians were starving on the street, Chanel and her Nazi companions had no problem dining on the finest delicacies and wines at the Ritz Carlton in Paris. I understand that war is a complicated time and, inevitably, there will be those that fair well and those that do not but, she was French and Paris was her life. If that does not tell you everything about her character, than I do not what will.

Coco Chanel may have been a creative genius that dressed impeccably and built an empire, but she was neither classy nor fabulous. She was, what you would call a social climber and once she got to the top all that was left was a lonely traitor. The only thing that leaves me satisfied is knowing that she lost her company to a Jewish family. If she lost her company to anyone else, I'd be satisfied quite frankly, but the fact that it so happens to be a Jewish family is really just icing on the delicious Chanel cake.


So classy. SO Fabulous.


Monday, 22 July 2013

Jet setting like a pro...or something like it.

Oh god - I have literally forgotten how to blog.

I ask you to please bare with me as I shamelessly pick myself up (once again) and try to make a comeback to my neglected blog.

I have a good explanation! I promise.

If the title of this blog were to ever make sense, it would be right now. Everything has truly been upside down and sideways, but in a good way... if you can imagine that. I would reference the last blog I wrote, but I feel like that would be equivalent to grabbing a shovel and just digging away at my own grave. So we're just going to slowly walk away and never (ever) look back.

What's new, you may ask? OR, of course, you may not... but I shall still tell you.

Aside from wrapping up my forth year of university and getting a job like a 21 year-old ought to, I have had the opportunity to hit up a few nice places this summer. You know, the usual hot spots like Monte Carlo, Milan, Barcelona, and Naples...just to name a few. Oh! There was also Israel. How did this all happen? I couldn't tell ya. Just when I felt like I'd end up working all summer, BAM! I turned into a little Globehopper.

Disclaimer: Globehopper is not a real word. It didn't even come up in Urban Dictionary...and we all know that is by far the lowest level you can stoop down to in the English dictionary.
Disclaimer Pt. Deux: If I capitalize the first letter, it looks legit and I am just going with it. Sue me.

Anyway...

Instead of boring you with tons of information and good ol' facts about the places I've visited, I have made the executive decision to just throw a whole bunch of photos on this baby and call it a day. When it comes down to it, we're all "visual" people anyway, or is that just what they call lazy/stupid students?

Let's start with the Holy Land. Aside from all of the political bullshit that seems to stick to that region like flies stick to shit, it truly is a beautiful and indescribably fascinating place. The people, the scenery, and the food! Oh, the food... I would literally pay money to have UPS just ship me off a fresh shawarma (extra hummus, please). I spent the majority of my time in Jerusalem, but also got to visit Sderot, the Dead Sea, Tel-Aviv, and the Golan Heights. I can go back year after year.

Took this baby out of the road. It was only 40 degrees celsius. Totally healthy to be riding all day.



 I think this place is pretty important, I just forget why... Oh riiiiiight! It's only the Western Wall.

 Tel-Aviv at sundown. Ps. Tel-Aviv is crazy (with a capital K)

 Late day stroll through the Carmel Shuk in Tel-Aviv. You have to get yelled at by at least one Israeli, otherwise it's just not the same.


We ran out of ATVs for these fellas. They had to walk.

After a mere 10 day "pit stop" in Toronto, I was right back on another plane. This time, we found ourselves in Barcelona, the capital of the craziest architecture and street vendors I have ever seen. Actually, I take that back. The street vendors were far worse in Rome (and the architecture wasn't too shabby there either!) It was the beginning of a whole new adventure. Jeez, how cliche was that sentence? Whole new adventure... can't say I'm proud of that one. But, then again, it is 2:30a.m. and I am starting to toss all creativity and proper grammer out the window.

If you would like to read about our trip, my awesome cousin has taken it upon himself to write all about in Harvard Independent. Cruising Through Europe

I, on the other hand, have no patience to do so.

I bid you fair well and a good night! Until next time.

 Duomo di Milano. It's kind of a big deal.

 Cruise ship safety is no laughing matter! (Plus, it looks like a peace sign. Can you say artsy?!)

 Just hangin' in Nice.

 Yeah...this Gaudi guy thought this one up. It's pretty serious.

In Napoli beside the sea It happened on a night like this In Napoli our hearts were free.
Couldn't have said it better, Mr. Dean Martin. Couldn't have said it better.

oh Yeah! This exists.