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Parisians and their double effects (パリと二重効果)

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It has been 8 months since I came to live in Paris and I have attended several parties only because the food looked promising.  I had low, if not zero, expectation on romance, but on gastronomy I had high hopes for Paris.  When Parisians suggest a group eat-out at their recommendable eateries, you’re in for a treat.  I can be extremely sociable when a tasty meal is around, so I have had seven gentlemen asking me out over the last 8 months.  Most of them I had to decline because they simply mistook my age; two of them, however, I was put off because they were openly two-timing.  One man asked for my contact details right under his girl-friend’s nose.  The other one asked for my phone number, while chatting up another girl.  Now, I do not believe in putting a lock on one’s heart, because it goes where it wants to.  Therefore, I accept ‘change of heart’, but not this shameless two-timing game from the gecko.  One of a few situations where ‘double’ is appreciated is fashion.  I have had th

Parisians and diagonal line (パリジャンと斜めの線)

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  I had not accessed my blog since the abrupt death of this one lady whom I had revered very much, so today I did not expect to see any visitors to my site.  To my surprise, there were some which promptly me to upload my latest struggle with fashion.    Even men wear scarfs in Paris on their dates with their girlfriends.  I could not care less initially, but then there had not been a thing I cared about fashion anyway.  Then I realized it would be a way to show that I am making an effort.  Not necessary a resounding success, but an effort nevertheless.    Parisians have since taught me there is more to scarf than wrapping it around one’s neck.  They also use it to add a diagonal line to the style.  I have no ideas why, but it does help to slim down one’s appearance a little.  So here goes.  Parisians also love Australia, or so I have found, so I decided to put on this shirt I bought in Cairns Queensland.  Actually, my mother recommended that I bought one.  Like many other clothes of mi

Women detest snake but adore its skin on their bags (蛇嫌いなのに蛇皮バ ックは好きな女性)

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Nothing pleases Parisians more than being told ‘you are branché’ meaning ‘trendy.’   This summer Paris is following two trends according to one article: one is Python and the other is 70’s hippie look.  Python, translated as snake print.  Hmm…It’s odd that a woman should even want to bring anything snake near her skin when the sight of one, while alive and slithering, gives her creep.  But I too used to hate snakes until I brought myself to face one at a zoo in Queensland, Australia.  The snake, to my surprise, was not slimy as I had imagined.  It was dry and smooth and some of them had round beady eyes, possibly cute and definitely more innocent than some human women.  But back to my challenge to be slightly trendy in Paris without using heaps of money.  Python print seems a way advanced print for me to handle, this fashion philistine who has ignored prints of any kind all her life.  Then Eureka!  Why not use just a tiny portion on my shoe wears?  It does not have to be a real snake-s

Alexandre de Paris meets a temple of Japan (アレキサンドル・ド・パリ)が 長谷寺と出会う)

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There are numbers of temples in Kamakura, the ancient capital of Samurai Warriors, but Hase Temple is the one most revered for its authentic class, not going down the road of commercialization like some others.   It probably is the reasons why it rates high on Tripadvisor site.  The designers of Alexandre de Paris may never have imagined that their signature ‘Papillons would look so ethereal beautiful against the background of a traditional temple in Japan on the other side of the globe   In my last post I mentioned of this yellow-green summer jacket designed by Rene Derhy.  On this day I wore it over a simple white cotton dress bought many years ago in Naples, Italy, so long ago that I had forgotten that I even had it.  Wait.  That is not exactly true because it never took me long to forget about clothes. The bag chosen for the day was a lavender Longchamps.  The white sandals were designed by Arché de Paris.  All these were bought by my mother some years ago which I duly forgot strai

Paris Icon meets Hydrangea of Japan (パリの定番が日本のアジサイへ向かう)

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  When I saw Alexandre de Paris’ signature Papillon (Butterfly) hairband, I thought of Hydrangea flower gracing temples in Kamakura, the ancient capital of Samurai warriors in Japan.  The flower may not have the gorgeous seductiveness of roses, but somehow it has been associated with Buddhism in Japan.  The tapestry of Hydrangea n blue, violet, white and yellow spread all over the temples renders a serene embracive beauty to the otherwise austere settings.  It comes in its element during the raining season in June.  It is one flower that reaches out to your soul, not your visual senses, in the right environment.   The Papillon was not on discount because it is one of Alexandre de Paris’ timeless collection.  I am very frugal, bordering on stinginess, but the allure of wearing this hairband standing among the bed of Hydrangea was too much.  I am a graphic novelist before a fashion philistine.  I regarded it as a painting.  But still…Paris, look what you have done to me.  I bought this

Red is a spiritual repellent against evil (赤は邪悪撃退の色)

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In Asia you will find Chinese temples and Japanese Shrines are painted vivid red.  The colour is believed to have the power to repel evil and bad fortunes.  I didn’t really take it seriously until I ended up staying in a haunted hotel in Yorkshire, England.  I was the only idiot who had booked there because I didn’t know.  I panicked when even the hotel staff left after 12:00 am.  I was alone in the entire building.  I could not sleep.  Suddenly around 2 am, the light started to flicker and one of the bulbs broke.  TV went out on its own.  Naturally I panicked, but then I went into rage.  I blurted out in English to the haunting spirit in case it was there.  ‘Listen!  I worked very hard to save for this trip!  As you can see this is not a posh hotel, so I am not a celebrity!  Go haunt the rich and let me enjoy this humble break I badly need!  Surely you had problems before you ended up dead and ghost too!  Life is tough for all of us ordinary folks!’  They say your aura mantle turns re

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

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(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