programming notice

I'll be blogging more regularly here in the near future. A few things will prevent me from doing that for the moment:

1. I'm currently doing an unpaid internship. While I would love to dedicate my time to blogging about my interests, during work, I should be working on their work.

2. I'm working part-time as a waitress at a bar. That is going to take up a good amount of my free time.

3. In my free time, I'll be learning a few different coding languages. And perhaps some foreign languages as well. I need to work on my Spanish for my co-workers in any case.

4. Sleep.

In the meantime, check my Twitter or Instagram for short updates if you're interested.

why overshare?

What is the purpose of social media?

Quel est l’objectif du média social? 

I have been struggling with my social media ambitions. This is, in part, due to my old-lady tendencies. I feel like I’ve already mastered Twitter and Instagram. I just don’t need a legion of followers to affirm my belief.

J’ai du mal à atteindre mes ambitions pour le média social. C’est un peu à cause de mes habitudes “vieille dame”, mais pour être honnête, je suis déjà une déesse du Twitter et de l’Instagram. Perso, je n’ai pas besoin d’une légion d’abonnés pour l’affirmer.

But to be honest, I feel like I have more than old-lady habits. I’m starting to feel just plain out-dated. For instance, a picture is said to be worth a thousand words.

Maintenant, je me rends compte que j’ai plus que des habitudes d’une vieille dame. Bref, je suis démodée. Par exemple, on dit qu’une image vaut mille mots… 

repost.

Updates on my life in France over here.

gated.

a photo I took and developed for my film photography class. can anyone guess the location? :-)

pair of socks.

This was my final project for my Fashion Journalism class. It turned out rather nice, but I couldn't figure out where exactly I would like to have it published, if anywhere.

The model was a great sport. I don't think he'd posed for a camera before, but in the end I think he thought, even for a moment, that he could make a career of it.

My professor liked the project at least.

Behold, my exposé on the world of men's underfootwear.
(Best viewed as double-paged. Not sure hot to accomplish that with Scribd.)

Socks

Thanks, O.

all for love.

Annals of Crime : The Chameleon

Somehow in 2008, I did not read this, though it is a fascinating and chilling article from the New Yorker.

The story of Frédéric Bourdin, a French con artist who, for all of his skill in lies and persuasion, didn't do it for the money. But for "love."

The world can be a cold place.

ideas.

This summer, I'm taking a film photography course. 35mm camera, dark room, rolls of film. The whole she-bang.

As was said the first day of class, our final project will be a collection of photographs tied together by a theme. Paris seems like the perfect place to do it. But it's been a struggle to find something that I want to take pictures of. 

I've been falling in and out of love with this city for awhile. My time here can be summed up in a simple metaphor. Often in Paris, it rains and pours. It's cold. It's grey. But out of nowhere, you'll have a day when the sun appears and warmly kisses your skin. The wind blows your dress, and you're afraid that people will see your underwear, but it's because you're not wearing tights (thank the gods!). You can lie down on some grass because it is neither damp, nor cold enough to run inside.

Everything feels perfect.

And then, the next day it rains and pours.

Were there ever sun nymphs in the mythologies? Surely, because I have to be a descendant of one as light and heat are obligatory to my existence. 

To tie this back in with my photography course, I want to take pictures of moments that one may never see. Maybe only the sun sees. Not necessarily beautiful, because my eyes haven't seen only beautiful things. 

That's my wish, my idea, for the moment. I hope to have this fleshed out soon. A game plan is in order.