Josephine Baker

One of the most obvious things to me in Paris is how beautiful the people are.  It’s insane.  It’s been said before, and I’ll say it again, how they eat so much cheese and bread (and macaroons and nutella and wine) and stay teeny is BEYOND me.  However, what I think is more beautiful about the Frenchies is the way that they carry themselves.  That “je ne sais quoi” ( juh nuh say qwah 😉 ) people speak about all the time?  Shit’s legit.

Josephine BakerSee this grandma? Does your grandma look like this? They are SO fabulous, it’s outstanding.

Anyhoo, the point is, I have a certain appreciation for people who work it because they know they got it. Hay girl.  So, for the next couple of months I am focused on figuring out what makes the Parisians so fabulously full of themselves.

For school, we are working at the Musée d’Art et d’Histoire du Judaïsmeism to re-work the entry/whole thing because it’s generally a miserable place.  SO, today we visited the Jardins du Trocadero and some exhibitions there, one of which paid tribute to the school at which I am studying, “Art Deco.”  I have never paid this time period of design much attention for some reason or another, but going through the exposition was phenom. Yes, phenom.

THE whole point of this is that at the end of the gallery Josephine Baker receives her own blip, so I did a little research on her and am fascinated by this chiquita….. (watch the video)  She came from nothing and basically took the world (Paris + NYC=world) by storm… so she is where I begin my journey of studying those who are willing to strut their stuff and show the world who’s boss.

Josephine Baker

Cimetière du Père-Lachaise

Wikipedia told me that this cemetery is the biggest in Paris and one of the most famous in the world, and it’s a 15 minute walk from my home.  So, in the Halloween spirit, I went to visit Chopin, Edith Piaf, and Oscar Wilde and a million other spirits.  I was absolutely blown away by how beautiful it was and how it paid tribute to the dead.  Just a few of the pics that weren’t completely destroyed by the spirits….. although you can still see some of them. oOooOoooOOOoo


Hump Day

Ah Humpday, you really always are my favorite.

Today started out a little rough in that i was 30 minutes late for our site visit for studio because I out of habit got on the metro to go to school instead of where I needed to go… (shocking). Then, which is humorous since this is the reason it is our project for the semester, I walked right past the museum I was supposed to be going to. (It has a poor street presence.)

Musee d'art et d'histoire du JudaismeWhen I finally got there, our class was being taken on tour of the museum and explained what we were going to be designing.  Since I could understand 45% of what he was saying, I think my project is going to turn out really great!

One cool thing about this project, or at least interesting to me, is that we will be doing our studio time at the museum for the first half of it.  School here in Paris is a little different than in the states in that, where we have studio from 1-5, three times a week, here I have it once, from 9-12 on Wednesdays, so I am very interested to see how that plays out.  Along those same lines, all our extra curriculars also have only one, somewhat longer than home, block a week.

Afterwards, two of the exchange students in my class and I went to get coffee at a great little cafe.  Thus far, it has been my favorite, and my lanta the coffee was fabulous.

Strada Cafe

After coffee, and some casual chit chat and explanations of sororities to Charlotta, who is from Sweden, I went home and had some leisure time (to get over this stupid fall illness that is following me around— I bought hand sanitizer for the first time in my life). I have French class with all the 27 (?) exchange students on Monday/Wednesday so I had to return to school at 5:30 for some casual French Banter.  In a room full of 20 people, I was the only American, and the conversation turned to how American tourists love McDonalds and Starbucks when they are visiting France.

<<Did you know the McDonald’s on the l’avenue des Champs-Élysées brings in the MOST revenue a year. >> 


I will say though, they sell croissants and macaroons at the McDonald’s here….so it’s kind of cheating.

During French class, my friend Jamie, who is an Urban Planning student at DAAP and studying at ESA, texted me asking if I wanted to join her and the other gals from DAAP at a Head and the Heart concert.


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The concert was AMAZING and definitely made me happy to be where I was.  A good live concert always gets my brain thinking in the right direction.



Hump Day

La Nuit Blance

This past weekend, October 5th, was La Nuit Blanche, Which is a festival that goes on in different parts of the city, celebrating installion/performance art.  It ended up being somewhat of a large hot mess, but I saw a couple of really cool things!  It was really cool to see how many people came out to see the stuff, and how relaxed it was with the city.  At one point there were tons of kids climbing a statue at Republique, which I can confidently say would never fly in the states.  If you were at Bunbury this summer you might have seen a couple of guys climbing in the trees and getting arrested for it….

La Nuit Blance

I’m rather late on updating this, but last week was Paris Fashion Week (hashtags and all) and I went around with my friend Laura to catch some people to-and-fro the shows.  I decided I am putting it on my life goal list to be invited to a high-end show, everyone is so fabulous, and as always (no offense meant by this) the Asians took the cake for being the most chic.  Always.

We stalked Viktor & Rolf which is where we saw Anna, looking quirky and cool as always, and the second show was Vivienne Westwood, where we were shocked to see Pamela Anderson show up…. I wasn’t under the impression she wore any clothes, ever.


2 Weeks In

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Today was my first day of classes here at ENsad, or as I found out the locals call it “Art Deco.”
It also happens to stand as my 2-week mark here in the land of love. I haven’t blogged since the first day I arrived and I think it’s because I have had so many emotions flying around like baguette-swords in a face-off between two petit Parisians. (Did you follow that……?) Paris is an amazingly beautiful place, where perhaps the old French women are NOT as nice as I would like them to be…. but the croissants are MORE plentiful than I even imagined (AND AMAZING.) Generally speaking, I am a person who thrives off of others energy; I need plenty of attention and I love strangers, but I was plopped down in a place for a full ten days before school started where I was by myself 87 percent of the time, and whereas I can speak to almost anyone in the States, I become so non-characteristically nervous to parler with people in France. It’s been a treacherous journey, and I can’t even explain how frustrated I become when I don’t know ANYTHING, and even more so when I can’t speak my way out of the problems I find myself in. The other day I found myself in a restroom where the doors had ambiguous photos on the doors and I couldn’t dare say which one belonged to which sex- I felt like Spongebob in his sojourn out of Bikini Bottom (judge me)… waiting for someone to come out so I could tell where I belong. I am only just beginning to feel like I have ANY idea where the hell I am, or what I am supposed to be doing…. so here’s to the next 4 months, and to my waistline with the amount of cheese I have inhaled.