Ams!

Amsterdam, December 2011!

Nineteen.

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 (20th district of Paris), an area that I don't really visit that often. Ended up having some of the best fries in Paris while dinning at this restaurant.
Well, the thing about the 20eme is that it is all hipstery and cool, but just a little too dodgy for my taste . Or as I just very recently learned, it's a bit too losco for my taste. 
But this restaurant was amazing. It was HUGE. I mean you wouldn't think that by the look of it, also it had live music, a guy with a spanish guitar and all. I can't remember the name but it was right next to La Maroquinerie.
Obviously, the photo was at the concert. The lovely Hamid.
Oh. And I cut my hair. Short. Real short.

Newbie.

Fashion Week, Paris.
September 2011.

The world goes by.

Champs Elysee, Paris.
Autumn, 2011.

Helpless.

"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 the pain go away. It doesn't stop my heart from aching. It's not good enough. I don't want tomorrow to be better. I want today to be better.

I can't take more people dying. I can't stand hearing more screams. I can't live with feeling helpless. 

I don't want this post to be about politics, because it isn't. It's about young people, twenty-something year olds killed. Twenty five of them. In one day. In a matter of hours. How can that be acceptable? if that doesn't shake the world, if that is not a wake up call for everyone, then what is? 

 How those people sleep at night, knowing that someone lost their son, their father, or the love of their lives because of them, is beyond me. 

I took this photo months ago. I had enough hope to fill a city. I still have hope, but just enough hope to keep me going through the days. 

 I am mourning the loss of some of this country's best. My heart goes out to the families. 

May all our martyrs rest in peace. And let's make sure their blood doesn't go in vain. They died for a cause, so let's keep up the fight, for them. 

Favourite blur.

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.

Taylor Tomasi Hill.

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 the Chanel show.