Shades of my taboos.

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 Raybans, orange from the inside, just because he's cool like that)  kindly decided to get me my FIRST pair of glasses; a classic Rayban aviator, the kind you can't go wrong with.
Then, somewhere between bestfriend trying to convince me and me being on a shopping spree, I bought another 3 euro pair of glasses, and wait for it....they are GREEN! Yes, green plastic oversized shades. I did grow some balls over the hot months of last summer.
And lately, I bought my newest pair to add to my little collection. Black wayfarers for 5 euros. Perfect.
So, now, wherever I go, I look at sunglasses, I notice them now that I can actually wear them.
And this is how I learnt to get over my taboos, break them and even wear the greenest of them!

Vogue,shift,ALT.

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 always promises you. It's rather cute and all, but that's it. Cute. I doubt that was what Emmanuelle had in mind choosing her cover shoot.

Throughout the whole thing, I've been missing the good old Carine days, full with the too short skirts, provocative editorials and bare breasted-models.

I am not going to be a mean bitch,I KNOW it's just Alt's first and we  know she is as talented as they make them,but I am just saying I expected more, that's it. 

Careful, Alt. You have HUGE( and very high, may I add) shoes(more like heels) to fill. And no one said it was easy.

After the sun.

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 Paris.

And because I am a genius, I just had to be wearing my wedge heels today. I always dress for the wrong season in Paris. I had more than a week to wear my heels, but NON, I wear them on the day it rains.
Let's just thank the Gods I wasn't wearing my new white sneakers, that would have been la merde.

Spring Time.

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 about the weather.

9. You turn your heater off.

10. You stop wearing boots.

Surviving Cairo.

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 every day while struggling through her traffic jungle, sweaty and swearing. And then at night, while having your sweet tea, she sends her nightly breezes and brings you back to life.

She is a goddess. An ugly goddess. 

It’s literally the city that never sleeps, it puts NewYork to shame.

To survive Cairo, you have to forget all what you think you know about driving, because in Cairo, people drive like there is no tomorrow, and for some it turns out to be true.

To survive Cairo, you have to train your stomach , because with pollution in the air, foul and taamia for breakfast and koshary for lunch, Cairorians have stomachs made of steel.

To survive Cairo, you need to be able to stay up late, in a city where people start grocery shopping at 12 am, just because they can.

To survive Cairo, you need to be a dreamer, because in a city of 20 million anything is possible.

To survive Cairo, you need to be an optimist, even when you have no reason to be.

To survive Cairo, you need to fall in love with her, head over heels. To dive into her streets, with no looking back.

Before today, We were different.

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 many things.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the minds of Egyptian youth. 
Enjoy your ride, this is just the start;

By: Sarah Amir Salem

"Before Today, my vocabulary was different, before today, words such as revolution, constitution, democracy, counter-revolution, curfew, million man march, sectarian clashes, thugs, secular Egypt and political awareness, did not exist in my daily dictionary. Before today, I was different.
Before today, the word Egypt did not carry the same meaning it does now to me. Before today, the word Egypt carried with it the meaning of a love/hate relationship, the longing to carry great meaning but the desperation of its people, the anger that at its core was merely love, thousands of years of glorious ancient history and its fight to stay alive in the present. Before today I was a student, but not a freedom fighter. Today I fight for Egypt.
All our lives we’ve been made to believe that someone else has to decide for us, someone else knows better, someone else cares, and someone else draws the map of our future. We were living in a world where you had no time to dream, where you only think what you’re told to, and most importantly where you were forced to look away from the bigger picture, forced to look away from Egypt. Today, I discovered, that no one has to decide for us, no one else knows better, I care, and that the tools to create have always been there, we just never used them, and as a result never learned how to use them. Today, I discovered my long lost love for Egypt, and my new found pride in being an Egyptian. I care, not by choice, and I care with passion.
We are witnesses to history, history is in the making, reshaping the world as we know it. In this particular moment in history, we are the creators of history with our every thought, every action and every feeling. It is not a burden, but an honor."

Behind the scenes is beauty.

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 it, I decided that I am not only willing to post it because it's Lara Jade's, but also because it's beautiful. 
It's done in a very unusual way, great choice of music, great angles. I love it.
Good job, James :)


losMuertos from James Zanoni on Vimeo.