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Can Paris salvage my hair style? ‘Paris peut aider mes cheveux? '(パリ が私の髪型を救えるか?)

(Le texte français est au milieu) I shampoo my hair regularly to keep it cleaned and smelling nice, but as for its style I would make the effort only on occasions as my readers might have already guessed.  I just tie my hair behind my neck to get it out of my face and looking thus crude I would go out.  Unlike clothes, hair style can change the way one’s facial feature look to some extent, but I have largely relied on my smile being pleasant than on anything else.  But Paris would not tolerate such a laid back attitude, so I had to something.  However, I loathe the idea of fiddling with my hair on daily basis; I just could not bring myself to do it.  Alexandre de Paris is known for having provided generations of celebrities with gorgeous hair accessories.  I had always thought you had to be either truly a celebrity with a fabulous income, or a barking mad to buy their products.  I should actually refer to them as art works because they would cost nearly ten times as much as the averag

Can Paris turn a nun into looking secular? Peut Paris transformer cette nonne ici en regardant laïque? (パリは有髪の尼さんを変えられるか?)

Here is my normal look. I’ve been told I look like a nun.  Great!  They are most revered people of the society worldwide.  I never thought twice about my coordination, or rather a lack of it.  It got me covered in public.  I always made sure my black outfits were washed regularly.  Like I have said before, dressing fashionably does not translate into looking a beauty or a handsome.  Marilyn Monroe became a legendary beauty without anything on.  Although there is a rumour that she may have had a small alteration done by a surgeon, but it still was not her garments that elevated her to the Goddess status.  But back to Paris in spring which is blooming with colours, even men handle various colours through scarf or shirts.  I’ve realized that I may look like a domestic help without a nun’s religious virtue veil.  Worse, because even domestic workers in a well-to-do areas wear scarf to look trendy within their means.  All right…I’ll change the top but will keep the skirt.  I can’t handle t

A fashion philistine buying perfume in Paris at last?(服装音痴が遂にパリ で香水を買うのか?

Somehow I’ve managed to ignore the perfumery boutiques all my life.  I bathed daily and washed my clothes regularly.  My shampoo smelled nice so what more realistically needed to be done?  There had been some bottles purchased by my mother on the shelf, but I would leave them until their content all dried up.  Therefore I was stupefied when my French professor asked each of us students what brand of perfume we wore.  Didn’t see that coming as I had prepared myself for questions about French history.  I was shocked to learn that even the youngest girl wore an expensive perfume brand.  Needless to say I felt embarrassed by the look of everyone on me as if I had been caught naked in public.   It just so happened that Galeries Lafayette was holding a sale on cosmetics that evening.  As I navigated through the boutique counters on the ground floor I was overwhelmed by the millions of choices available.  The only thing I knew was that I hated rose fragrance because it gives me nausea.  So ho

Spring is still a headache for this fashion philistine(春でも浮かれてお られぬ服装音痴)

The cold winter had one redeeming aspect: the coats hid whatever dingy clothes I wore underneath.  Now with the warm weather upon us my one and only safety cover is ripped away and I have to turn to the list of coordination my mother had drawn up for me before I left for Paris.  Yes, I am that pathetic.    Why I decided to learn fashion after all these years?  Find out at Now this is the spring outfit my conservative mother had put together. It looked fine to me until I met this real estate agent lady from Paris.  She was wearing a suit as well, but wore a frilly laced blouse underneath.  It may not be news to most women, but it was to me.  The suit has a rigid uniform like image while lace is feminine and has a soft image.  The two never mixed in my stubborn head, but I am trying to change my way.    So I copied this Parisian lady and bought a frilly Ralph Lauren blouse (on discount as usual.)  Is it a

One head-ache the French and the Japanese may have in common

‘I am born in Paris.’  Of course, he should have said ‘I WAS born in Paris’, but he was a visibly non-French immigrant, but nonetheless pretending to be a Parisian in front of me, an Asian.  I already had this sense of doom when the two immigrants showed up to open my door with a broken lock.    It was unfortunate that I had left my portable phone in my unit.  Instead of ringing up my insurance emergency number, I had to rely on the kindness of my neighbor who rang a locksmith advertised in a leaflet.  I was later advised by the police that those leaflets were breeding grounds of crooked tradesmen.  And I was duly scammed.  The two men charged me four times the usual bill and threatened to walk me to the bank to get money.  One of them stood between the fixed phone and me so I would not call the police.  If I went out of the room with one crook to get cash, the other one staying in my room would be robbing my computers.  So I paid by credit card.I am angry at myself for not handling th