Want vs Need

So tomorrow marks a month of being back in school. Despite how much I was NOT looking forward to coming back, I'm actually really enjoying this semester. Pre-thesis is actually a lot better than what I was expecting. It is essentially a semester to engage in independent study before pursuing thesis the following semester. My idea as of right now is to study American consumerism and materialism. I've been pretty inspired by Terry Richardson's spread in French Vogue featuring model Natasha Poly:

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I feel that the series encapsulates the glamorization of consumption, especially because of the juxtaposition of junk food and high-end luxury goods. Perhaps the two have become so similar in that both are craved, both are guilty pleasures, both are not absolutely needed but are wanted instead.

All art majors have to put on a thesis exhibition during their final semesters. That means I'm going to have my own show! exciting, exciting, exciting. I feel that as a senior, I have a lot to look forward to. I see travel, love, new experiences, and amazing opportunities on the horizon.
  • Current Music
    Klaxons - "Golden Skans"

1 year, 1 year, 1 year

I'm back at school. Not too excited about that. Classes haven't even started yet, but I'm already suffering from an intense case of senioritis. It's worse because I have no desire to do the work that's required of my major. How am I going to put together a senior thesis project if I have no desire and motivation whatsoever to do it?

I can't wait to be a college graduate. They say post-college life is mundane, but I'm so burnt out that the idea of going to work 9-5 and coming home with no obligations (aka homework) sounds exciting to me.

Hopefully this year won't be as bad as I am expecting it to be. That will help it to go by more quickly, won't it?

Have you ever experienced a series of moments that just felt...perfect?

I had a discussion earlier with two friends about what perfection is. We came to the conclusion that perfection is a man-made concept, and that it lacks any real definition.

But the night I had tonight contradicts all that we discussed.
Have you ever experienced a series of moments that just felt...perfect?

Great company, great conversation, great drinks, great music, great atmosphere....all simultaneous.
If that's not perfection, then what is?
  • Current Music
    Thievery Corp.

Today's horoscope

Have you been planning a trip by air, Gemini, perhaps to a distant place associated with a specific spiritual tradition? Warm places like Egypt, Mexico, or Israel could be especially appealing at this time. You could be going with a group of friends. If you haven't been considering such a journey, think about it. You could receive some surprising insights and revelations from such a trip if you start planning it now. What are you waiting for?

I am having difficulty remembering a time in which I haven't had dreams of air travel. I have been planning voyages to exotic locales in my head for quite some time now. I should get on that, soon.


ps. greetings from Geneva.

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Last night was one of the highlights of my time in Paris thus far.

On a whim, Kelly and I went to the ravishingly gorgeous Opera Nationale de Paris. We were craving some culture. When we read the names Marc Jacobs and Philip Glass, we were immediately sold. We decided to splurge on 65 euro tickets. This is what we saw:

Duato / Lock / Millepied
White darkness / AndréAuria / Amoveo

Three contemporary choregraphers present their work: the young Benjamin Millepied creates Amoveo, on Philip Glass music ; White Darkness, Spanish choregrapher Nacho Duato’s piece, enters the repertory; and finally Edouard Lock, with André Auria, created at the Opéra national de Paris in 2002.


The night consisted of ubiquitous beauty. It was everywhere. Everything from the architecture to the people to the choreography. Kelly and I felt seriously underdressed for such an occasion. This reinforced to me the importance of looking good all the time, because you just never know. There was a wonderfully chic (American) girl in the row in front of me, whose outfit I absolutely fell in love with. She had long, soft, almost waist-length honey blonde hair, and was wearing a long-sleeved mauve knee-length dress with to-die-for black heels. She looked as if she belonged on the staff of Vogue or Harper's Bazaar. I wouldn't be surprised if she was.

The ballet and great style was not the only component that led to me decide that it was one of the hightlights of my time here. In addition to seeing the ballet, we also saw someone else:

Marc Jacobs. Yes, the Marc Jacobs.

While waiting for the show to begin, Kelly and I sat on one of the staircases. I saw a nicely dressed, very petite man walking past us. My first thought was: "He looks a lot like Marc Jacobs." I continued to stare at him, but I ultimately convinced myself that he was just a man that bore an uncanny resemblance to the designer, even though I knew that Marc Jacobs had designed the costumes of "Amoveo." I was under the impression that Mr Jacobs still had the longish hair, and I didn't think that he was so petite. But, I should always trust my instincts because at the end of "Amoveo," the aforementioned man came out onto the stage. At that moment, I knew that I had been right. Of course I was right. I had dismissed my THE Marc Jacobs had indeed been only three feet away from me moments earlier.

I have arrived.

So I've been in Paris for a few days now. I'm convinced that, for me, the grass will always be greener on the other side.

In other words, Paris is okay. I'm sure that those who know me well will be shocked to hear that I'm saying this. I've been dreaming about coming here for awhile, and now I'm finally here. I thought I'd be jumping up and down euphorically as soon as I got here, but no. My first memories consist of me missing my flight to Newark, then ultimately missing my original flight to Paris because the second flight to Newark got delayed. I ended up having to go back home for the night. My very first memories of arriving in Paris consisted of me running around Charles de Gaulle airport trying to locate my luggage. After almost an hour, I heard someone calling my name. It was Diana, one of the girls in my program. Next thing I knew, I had both of my bags by my side.

As for Paris...it's a wonderful city, without doubt. I just think the past few days have been crazy. So crazy that it hasn't really hit me that I'm in Paris. I'll give it some more time.

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Aujourd'hui, élargissez vos horizons. En agrandissant votre champ d'action, vous augmenterez vos chances de trouver l'objet de vos recherches. Cette journée se révèle particulièrement propice aux aventures amoureuses. Votre charme, et votre pouvoir de séduction, sont en hausse.

VIE QUOTIDIENNE : Votre avenir devrait être la première de vos priorités. Pour avoir la certitude que les choses se passeront bien, dans le futur, vous devez prendre soin, dès maintenant, de vous concentrer sur vos ambitions.


Je vais ecrire plus plus tard.

passion, not love.

There was a heavy flow of traffic the other night. People were making last-minute stops to pick up roses and gifts, or heading to expensive restaurants. On a day like February 14th, people seem to believe that money can by love. Supposedly, the higher the monetary value of a box of chocolates or a bouquet of flowers, the more one is considered "loved." But I suppose it's one of the few days in which one can indulge.


On New Year's Eve 2004, I dined at a local Chinese restaurant with an ambience that resembles a cozy dining room. I received a fortune cookie fortune. According to my fortune, "Passionate new romance appears in your life when you least expect it."

And then on another day, I went to the same restaurant. I recieved another fortune worth saving: "A new lifelong friend will soon enter your life." Or maybe it was "You will soon meet a lifelong friend." I don't remember the exact words as the miniscule slip of paper had silently escaped from my coat pocket last night.
I wonder if fortunes are no longer valid if you misplace them. I hope not.

Oh, and my Valentine's Day was exactly how I imagined it to be...
very unromantic.