tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69385475697475241322011-11-28T00:52:15.249+01:00Somewhere between culture-shock and blending-in, between revolutions and fashion shows.Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04760560825160479148noreply@blogger.comBlogger911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938547569747524132.post-36782212240535776182011-11-06T21:49:00.001+01:002011-11-06T21:52:07.900+01:00

About two weeks ago, I turned nineteen. Awkward age if you ask me.  One more year and I will be twenty. Interesting. For most people have a birthday, I had more of a birthweek.  Highlight of my week was Mashrou' Leila's concert. I mean how cool is it that one of my favourite bands come to Paris during my birthweek. The concert was at this little concert hall called La Maroquinerie in the 20eme (

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Fashion Week, Paris. September 2011.

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Champs Elysee, Paris. Autumn, 2011.

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"I have hope" Helpless.That's how I feel, that's how I've been feeling for the past two days.There is nothing I can do, but write.Nothing I can write will be enough. Nothing I can say will change the facts.Thousands of miles away from Cairo, it in no way hurts less. It maybe even hurts more. I know this is the beginning of the end. I know tomorrow will be better. I know.But that doesn't make

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This photo pretty much sums up fashion week. A blur. Pretty girls, high heels, short dresses, big hats, and bigger egos and most importantly a big BIG blur. Ten days of pure blur. But I can use some blur in my life, it helps me see things clearer. And fashion week, fashion week is my favourite blur of the year.

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Style and accessories director for US Marie Claire, Taylor Tomasi Hill is one of those people you look for in fashion week. And with her flaming red signature hair, it's hard to miss her! She is known for mixing pieces, like in this outfit, the most basic of tops with an edgy asymmetrical skirt, to add a certain excitement and fun to her whole look. Photos were taken at the Grand Palais before

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I think the photo is pretty self explanatory. But hey, it's fashion week, it's your only chance to go outside of the box, or to actually forget about the existence of the box alltogether!

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Paris, October 2011.

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You can be wearing the most basic of silhouttes, the simplest of cuts but the brightest of colour, and it will make all the difference. Because, it's all about the colour.

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When speaking of Garance, I can't help but think of her beau, and one of my favourite photographers, Scott Schuman, The Sartorialist. To be honest, he is one of the reasons I decided to start my own blog. I owe him for that. Photographer, blogger, businessman, and a father, Scott really knows how to multi-task. All with a camera around his neck, and a certain Doré in his arms. I caught

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Here we go again, Garance and I. With her signature chignon, Garance is really the definition of effortless. You can barely see her make up, her hair is not all over the place, she is wearing a simple dress, there is nothing overdone about her, everything is just as it should be. Garance was rocking this purple number earlier today at the Grand Palais, before the Chanel show.

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Giovanna Battaglia is one of Italy's favourite fashionistas as well a photographer's sweetheart.After styling for Vogue Paris, Vogue Italia and even L'Uomo Vogue, Battalgia recently moved to NewYork where she's working with W magazine.Loving your foulard, Giovanna. Photos were taken earlier today before the Chanel show at the Grand Palais, moments before Giovanna met up with friend and Miss

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I didn't know where to start, I have too many photos to share with you.I had one of the most successful stalking-beautiful-people-at-fashion-week days ever. I decided to start by Caroline Issa, from TANK magazine, after today's Chanel show at the Grand Palais.This is just the start, I am not even close to being done.Hold your breath, for the best is yet to come ;)

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Here we go again, more happy colours for you. I am afraid though, the weather has been too generous and tomorrow it goes down 7 degrees.  I am scared, I got used to the heat, it's my natural habitat and I enjoy it. And also, tomorrow is Chanel. And Chanel days are always sunny.

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It's so sunny and bright in Paris, people are dressed in colours. It doesn't happen often so I have to take advantage. This bag kind of reminds of the bags you can find in Khan El Khalili (Cairo's oldest souk), which makes me happy and nostalgic. Now, I want the bag. 

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I've been really lucky, after Carine, Anna and Leighton, it's Garance! Garance Doré is not only one of my favourite bloggers, but she is also permenantly on my list of top ten fashionistas. She is simple, elegant, classy and fun! I wanted to take more photos, but I was too busy staring at her outfit, and that baggg, and the shoessss, and her bracelets. You have to pardon me, it's a miracle I

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The weather in Paris is truly surprising, it's hot, and sunny and I am not complaining here, but it makes it harder to stay longer on the streets taking photos when you feel your head is burning and you're about to faint. So, I decided to go home after an hour or so. And then, she showed up, late and running in her 9 inch heels.  Good things do come to those who wait. Leighton Meester, before

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I think I've made it clear how much I love Vogue. It's the only magazine I've subscribed to. I love the smell of it, and how it makes me feel.  To love French Vogue is to love Carine Roitfeld's vision and ideas, at least it was until she stepped down some months ago.  Carine took Vogue to a whole new level, it wasn't just about the fashion, it was art.  And that's why I love and respect her so

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She is fun, she is playful, she is the Anna herself.During the previous fashion week, I never got the chance to see her, I always miss her by minutes, but non, not this time.  Anna Dello Russo really knows how to stand out, how to shine.Photos were taken this afternoon before the Dior show at Museé Rodin, where the weather was hot, and the fashion was even hotter.

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God, I miss this. Sinai, Summer 2011.

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Hyde Park, London, Summer 2011.

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Victoria&Albert Musuem, London, Summer 2011.

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There is this sense of coolness about London that I very much miss in Paris.

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  These photos were taken at the beautiful Regent's Park, one of my favourite places in London. You know me, I am a sucker for parks!

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As I mentioned earlier, I spent almost two weeks in London early August, but the lazy person that I am, I never uploaded any of the million photos I took.  I know, I suck. But it's all good now, I decided to be a nice person again and share with you a bit of how I saw London. I thought it was a beautiful city. Neither sad, nor happy. But beautiful nonetheless. It was sunny ten days out of

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Oh yeah, it's Fashion month all over again. And it's almost here. Just in a couple of days it will be Paris Fashion Week, love. You know what that means; iron your shirts, trim your hairs, and clean your lenses. Or at least that what it means for me. This is going to mark my second Fashion week as an almost-Parisian, running in heels around the city, trying to get a little bit closer to the

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 Cairo, Summer 2011.

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It's been a while. I am back in Paris, been back for a while.  It was sunny, very very sunny, but now it's not. It's rainy and cold. I have a lot of photos, from Cairo, Nuweiba and London. I promise I will post them all, not at once though, but I will.Let's start with...Cairo.

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I had a lot to say, to tell, about my trip to London. But then everything went wrong, and London was burning. It felt surreal to watch the news. I still can't grasp on the fact that this London I am watching on TV, is the same London I left only hours earlier. I am sad, for that I loved the city. I have a lot to tell about my trip, a lot of photos to share, but right now it just doesn't feel

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For the past month, I've been acting as a tour guide for my friend who came to visit from Paris.  You know her, Magali, my boss from Cannes. She came to stay for 12 days, to have some business meetings and visit some pyramids. Well, let's just say she will be leaving tomorrow which marks her 25th day in thee Cairo.  Haha, yeah.  Also, in four days I will be leaving for London. Eleven days there

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NO MILITARY TRIALS FOR CIVILIANS. Tahrir, July 8th, 2011.

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Tahrir. We are back. Tahrir is where we leave our differences at the checkpoints, and we try to find common grounds. Some people call it home. I call it humanity.

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Cairo's post-revolution street art sending some pretty strong messages like "Don't shut me up, Don't use me, Don't lose me" and others scattered around Downtown Cairo. This was found near the Town House Gallery (Hussein El Me'mar street).

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My babies. Sarah and Salma.The twins.Salma and Sarah.The salem sisters.Sarma.

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I wouldn't call it a writer's block, since that implies me being a writer, so I will just call it a block for lack of a better word. Today is my 20th day back in the Cairo, as I arrived here on the 2nd of the month, I posted only one single tiny post since then. I get ideas but for some reason I don't or can't write them.  I left Cairo for three days and went to Nuweiba in Sinai. It was beautiful

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Mixed feelings is how I feel about being home. I've been trying to write something about it but I couldn't and still can't. But I will try. Too many things to say. Or not a thing to say. Somewhere in between. Yeah, it's good to be home, see your friends and family, eat good food and actually move around in cars. But there is a lot more to it now than just that. Cairo is a mess, to be honest. I am

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Spring nights on Pont des Arts with Miss Monika Samoraj will be incredibly missed.

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Indulge, indeed.

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I am coming home. In five days, I will be home. Cairo, Egypt. Everytime I think about going back home, I see photos of Tahrir, it was my last memory of Cairo before leaving, just one day after Mubarak left. It scares me that it doesn't look like that anymore. It scares me that it doesn't look like anything I know anymore. It's not the Cairo I grew up in, it's not the Cairo of the revolution.

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In the revolutionary spirit of the day, I decided to write about the movie "18 days" or "Tamantashar youm" which was screened during the Cannes film festival. The movie is actually 10 short movies by 10 different directors, each adding a piece to the puzzle that is the revolution. I wanted to like the movie(s), to love them. I really did. But I didn't. I thought it was premature, it was raw. It

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Good news: They are out. The three young artists mentioned earlier are out. They are out but I think it's only because about 20 or more activits protested outside the MP HQ in Cairo, refusing to go till their friends and family members are out. They are out because thousands of people were spreading the word around, on twitter, on facebook, on blogs and to the media. They are out because someone

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I am so angry, I can't help it. It takes a lot of anger for me to write about anything related to politics. But why are three artists now detained at the Military Police HQ in Cairo for handing out POSTERS inviting people to go back to Tahrir tomorrow? When did the SCAF become so scared, so terrified and so threatened of the same people who supported them at the begining? How do you arrest

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Tree of life. I had to go see for myself, I always do.  I am glad I did, because it was beautiful. It is a beautiful movie. Literally. The camera movement, the direction, the frames, the music, the angles, the words everything is just so beautiful, it leaves you in awe. I am over using the word beautiful because I think it's the only word that can fully describe this movie. About 8 people left

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Now that I am back to Paris Land, I can tell you all (or not really all) about my Cannes- adventures from the comfort of my bed, while listening to favourite music and eating madelines. It was the most tiring, exhausting, amazing, different, fun experience I've ever had. Apart from all the glam and glitter of the whole Cannes thing, it really is about business. Or as a wise Parisian told me it's

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-Hey Mag, do you mind putting your waker on? -My what? -Your waker. -You mean my alarm! -Yes, your alarm. Don't you just love it when frenchies literally try to translate words and end up saying the most absurd of them?

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And this is how it's done. Cannes, 2011.

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"Cannes is the only place where they can stop Tarantino at the door because he doesn't have an invitation" Parties in Cannes are all about exclusivity. If you don't know the right people, you will never get in, or even know about those parties! But even when you do get in, after hours of planning the right tactics to use, carefully choosing your words and making more than a few phone calls, the

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Monsieur le président; Robert De Niro. I can probably die happy now.

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Well, that's Cannes for you!

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Okay, this is serious now. Working with a production company, I had to go socialize and mingle with people at the "pavillons" of each country.  Bottom line: Egyptians suck. No really, they do. You ask me why? I tell you because out of all the booths I've been to and all the people I talked with, Egyptians were the most rude, unclassy and unprofessional. I don't know if it was because I am

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Good morning, After a long 12 hour ride from Paris, we finally arrived to Cannes late last night! The whole city is working for the festival. I think the festival IS the city. It's beautiful though.  Photos will be posted as soon as I have the time to upload them. Wait for it cause Cannes is proving to be even more interesting that I thought it would be! I am sending you some sun and sand from a

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Madrid, spring 2011.

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Good morning ladies and gentlemen,  After recovering from my traumatising door-locking experience, I am here to deliver some good news. No, scratch that, I am here to deliver amazing news, to say the least. After months and months of applying to a couple of hundred internships. I got one. Wait till you here the detailssss! I will be working as an intern for a film production company at the....

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This post is not about the romantic life of Paris, or how lovely it is to walk in it's streets and drench in it's sun. No, this post is about the real life of an Egyptian in Paris. No fashion shows, and no revolutions. Plain old real life. This post is about one of the weirdest days of my life in Paris, and in my life in general. I wake up in the morning, only to find that my shitty little french

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It's a known fact that I am a sucker for black and white, BUT, from time to time I like to surprise you with a splash of colour. This is it. This is as colourful as they make them. Don't get used to it.

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per·spec·tive/pərˈspektiv/Noun:a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.  

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He was in love with me. Obviously. Madrid, Spring 2011.

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Barcelona, Spring 2011. Also featuring La baba.

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So, yeah, more Barcelona photos for you!  This little collection though is mainly featuring Le baba aka my dad, who was the star of most of my Barca-collection.  La baba after growing his beard, decided to become a model and allowed me to take as much photos as I wanted of him. He actually went as far as ASKING me to take as much photos as possible of him. He is liking his new look now, isn't

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Barcelona, Spring 2011.

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In Barcelona, you meet a lot of people;   The cool oldies  The Artists The Tourists The Posers And many others.

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 Alisco: the coolest kid in the whole of Barcelona, dancing to the tunes of a street musician! Well, if I ever have a kid, I want him to be as cool as Alisco.

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After spending three AMAZING days in Barcelona, I am now in Madrid, and missing la barça already.I still can't find the words to describe it, so I will try with the photos. These are just the start, I have hundreds, maybe even a thousand of them, oh yeah I really went all the way! I've never been that inspired in my life. I know all the photos are in black and white, but really isn't

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Lately, all I want to do is go out in the sun, read books, listen to music and talk to people. I think that maybe-God forbid- I am growing up and out of the phase when hardcore clubbing till the wee hours of the day was THE definition of fun. Or maybe I consumed the whole of my clubbing quota during my first few months in Paris, that now I barely want to shake anything other than milk and

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For the past week, I've been acting as a tour guide/entertainer for the mother.  My mother, who came to visit from Cairo. Somewhere between having way too much food, and drenching in the sun, I managed to take some photos. And yesterday, after an hour long adventure at the CDG airport, where they couldn't find my mother's name on the flight, then 25 long minutes and two airfrance employees'

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I think Egyptians are taking over Paris. Seriously.But that's not the point of the post. Today, while having falafel with my mother who is visiting from Cairo, we heard the very familiar Egyptian accent and immediatly turned around to look. Typical. As almost each and every Egyptian person nowadays, the man was talking politics.  He was later joined by a couple of other Egyptians, and they all

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It took me about six and half months to like coffee.I came to Paris with two challenges ahead of me. Coffee and Smoke. Could I survive living in Paris without becoming addicted to both? That was the question ( and a bet with a certain Mr. Marold).It all started when I made French friends. Wherever we go, it's always a sea of coffee in a halo of smokes. You sit in a little french café, and you

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Somehow, I always thought that all kinds of sunglasses look hideous on me. And that for some reason, I can't just pull them of. I am like the absolute opposite of Garance Doré who admitted that one of her fortés is the ability to look good in any type of shades, regardless of it's shape, size or colour. Oh, how do I envy her! It wasn't till last summer when my Baba ( who's newest shades are

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I got my new vogue in the mail almost  a week ago. I've been meaning(debating how to say what I want to say) to write about the new Vogue, sans Carine, a l' Alt.Well, I am a little tiny bit disappointed. Yes, here, I just said it!Okay,let's just take it from the top; the cover. It's a bit too safe, a bit too American Vogue( no offense, Wintour), it lacks that extra oh-la-la that French Vogue

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Today, I went to an exhibition of the history of fashion in the 1900s-2000s. I went there, hoping to discover designers that I don't know, fall in love with their clothes and obsess over them for the rest of my life, but actually no, that wasn't at all what happened. I was still drawn to the "classics", and that's when I realized that legends are legends for a reason, and that I don't care if

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After having having a week of divine Parisian weather, we decided to spend Saturday morning a la parisienne, and go picnic around the city. But of course, OF COURSE, it had to be a rainy day, it just had to! We nevertheless, decided to continue on with our plans, walking around and ending up at the beautiful Place des vosges in the heart of Le Marais; one of my favourite neighbourhoods in

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You know it's spring in Paris when:1. You see guys riding their bikes topless around the 7eme.2. You take off your pullover and sunbathe at a café.3. You are too hot to order hot chocolate.4. You skip classes to stay in the sun.5. You start thinking about shaving your legs.6. You ask people to go swim with you.7. You skip classes again to stay in the sun.8. You call your mum in Cairo to tease her

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There is this love-hate relationship between Cairo and Cairo-rians. They hate her, can't stand her, but can't stand life anywhere else but in her arms. She is cruel and ugly. Vulgar , but magical.When I first met Cairo, she confused me. She bewildered me, just like she still does. It's the only city where Chinese food is expensive. She is a living contradiction. She sucks the life out of you

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When my friend let me read this yesterday, I was waiting for her to tell me that she found it posted on some group on facebook or something. But no, she wrote it herself.I am impressed, and a proud friend.I guess the revolution really changed how we feel things, how we see things, and even how we see ourselves. It also gave us a chance to dig deep for our creative energy, buried deep under too

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Today, I sent in my first post as a blogger for CHAOS magazine's blog. I am very very very excited about it, also very scared as I have to send new posts TWICE  a week! To check out my very first published post, go on http://www.chaos-mag.com/blogfull.html. I hope you like it :)

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I am a very active tweeter. Today I read that Lara Jade; one of the youngest (as in she is 20) and most talented fashion photographers in the business is asking if any blog is interested in posting a video by James Zanoni, featuring the behind the scenes of one of her best shoots. I got all excited just by the idea and tweeted telling her YES, without even watching the video. But when I watched

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A few months ago, when my mum was visiting, the weather was nice. Whenever the weather is nice, we go to Pont des arts. Pont des arts; my favourite bridge in Paris. I always take photos of people there.  I think these two right there are my absolute favourites. 

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I love Montmartre. I always meet very interesting people there. In my last trip to Montmartre, I met Paul. Paul; le mime. To contact Paul, you can reach him on his facebook page "Le mime Paul" or email him on "lemimepaul@gmail.com". Way to go, Paul, way to go.

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Today, I am a happy girl. Living in Paris is dangerous for your dress-size. The variety of breads, cheeses,wines, desserts and a lot of other mouth watering things, makes it really REALLY hard not to gain a couple of kilos. I, of course, gained some (not just a couple, nope, SOME) kilos. But today, after some months of not fitting into my regular size 34, I fit again. I tried the size 36, but NO,

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Growing up in Cairo, I am not used to snow. It never EVER ever snows in Cairo. We have a facebook page for the day it hailed in Egypt, it was historical. It snows every winter in Paris. Imagine my excitment when the meteo announced that it will be snowing this week.  The amount of merdes I heard for the next couple of days was unprecedented. While the Frenchies were cursing the snow, I was mad

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Dear two-thousand-and-eleven, Easy on us.You started with a bang, and you keep banging us, day after day. Literally.It's not even April yet, barely even March and we've witnessed several revolutions along with it's casualties. Don't get me wrong, we're not complaining, we are very grateful for your wind of change. Just be gentle on us, we're not used to all this just yet.Love,Farah. p.s: What

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Today, marked the last day of Paris fashion week, and apart from the Louis Vuitton and the Miumiu shows (both venues kept unannounced to the public), the day was a blah.I took my camera out to Elie Saab's show at the beautiful Jardin de Tuileries.Let's just say, it wasn't a good day for stalking.I still managed to get some beautiful shots, though (because I am cool like that)!All in all,

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If you are the least bit interested in the fashion world, then you probably already know about the Galliano-insulting-jew-at-La perle-incindent. But what you don't know( because you weren't there and I was) is that today, infront of Grand Palais, minutes before the Chanel show begins, a group of young Parisians with banners and t-shirts contre Galliano caught the attentions of the photographers

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Fashion week is the only time of the year when it's appropriate to wear gowns and 12 inch stilettos at 10:30 am without being judged (other than those days when you really really really want to wear this new gown of yours and no one wants to get married). Actually, you would be appreciated. And today was no exception. Today was sunny, beautiful. Today was Chanel.Chanel; the state of being classy,

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You would think it's hard, almost impossible for a nation to revolt, to start a revolution. But no, apparently not.  Following the latest events that took place in my home country Egypt, I created an easy five step guide on how to create a successful revolution: 1. Create a facebook account. With nearly half or more of the nation's youth on the network, facebook was THE way to reach the young

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I am obssessed with taking photos of people smoking. It is romantic,disgusting,provocative,sensual,ugly,sexy,strong,beautiful and a thousand other contradictions.

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Some months ago, shortly before I left Cairo, my very artsy friend and favourite model Malak and I decided to fool around with her new external flash and ended up with this set of photos. I love it.

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For years, I've been religiously following the events of Paris Fashion week, all from the comfort of my own bed in Cairo. But those days are over now, I don't live miles away from the spotlights anymore, just minutes. So, after days of self-debating, I decided to grow some balls and go see for myself! Don't get too excited, of course I didn't get in, but at least I got to take photos of the

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Photo by: Tala Alem I tried writing about Paris a lot since I came, but I couldn't. I don't know why. Everything and anything I write about Paris feels wrong. It was easier to describe Paris when I wasn't part of it, when I was just a spectator taking notes. Paris is surreal. It is romantic. It's the city of weed and wine. Of strikes and long weekends. Of dark thoughts and darker coats. 

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After missing my bus and getting on the wrong one, I ended up right infront of  the Saint-Germain church. It was a sunny day so I decided to walk home since it wasn't that far.  From afar, I could see some frames hung on the church's fence. Being the curious person that I am, I had to go see what was going on there. Tens of beautiful framed-photos were on display while their photographer was

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I know that my first post should've been about me,where do I live and all that jazz, but I was too excited to post my fashion week treasures! I am an Egyptian who moved to Paris following my too-big dreams and love for crêpes! This blog is dedicated to Cairo; the love of my life, and Paris; my favourite mistress, to the ups and downs, highs and lows of being an Egyptienne à Paris. 

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