H O C H E L A G
Is an ode to this hood.
My friend and I were talking about the issue of de-cluttering and culling our wardrobes. For this past year I have been more careful about my choices in clothing and I have found myself drawn to neutral pieces. I thought that this post definitely related to me.
P.: “Dit Benoît, t’es quebecois ?”
Benoît : “Moitié Quebecois, moitié Français de France.
P.: “Ah je me disais aussi.”
Benoit : “Oui fallait bien que j’ai un défaut.” -rires-
D. en me montrant du doigt : “Oh faites attention, hein.” - rires-
Moi même: “Oh, j’ai l’habitude.”
Et je passe le reste de la rencontre à me demander si tout le monde avait autant ri si on avait remplacé Français par Noir.
Once, a song was written for me.
Once, a song was played for me, with an official intro and all the shalala.
Once, a song was performed on a well known parisan stage by a relatively known dude with his eyes right into mine. Of course, some people noticed it but the magic was still here.
Once, I danced on the stage durning a gig like no one was watching. Better than two years of therapy.
Once, I did the back vocals for a pretty well known band. I was feeling like Ronnie Bennett, and probably sounds more like Spector.
I remember hating my face and hating my skin and looking at all the girls around me in middle school and on TV and in ads and feeling like I was a monstrosity in comparison. But I remember the first time I realized women plucked their eyebrows. And wore concealer. And foundation. And powder. I felt like I had been lied to about what women look like. After modeling and realizing when photographers asked for no makeup, they really meant the photo on the right. I started realizing that the photo on the right was what was in skincare ads and posted by people claiming in the caption to be wearing no makeup some of the time. The photo on the right is the bare minimum of what we expect women to look like when they wake up in the morning.
Tru story bro.
this makes me so uncomfortable
On the new/old work titles and movies during planes trips.
"…you will be collaborating with Developers, Writers and Support Gurus".
Feels like reading a job offer written by a cross over of Pee wee Hermann and the lead recruter at Google in “The Intership”.
7 hours plane ride - yes, I watched The Internship. Who can really resist to Owen Wilson while digesting a Gin and Tonic and two sleeping pills ?(Because who still eat on plane anyways - since G. Palthrow says it’s a no-no ?)
Two simple criterias to choose a movie for a plane trip on the In-flight entertainment system:
- Not more than 5.5 / 6 on IMDB.
- In normal life, you will not pay to see it.
Transcontinental or Transatlantic flights are - to me - the best moment to enjoy a good brain unplugging. And alcool durning the day. And pills durning the day. Jet lag is a wonderful experience to live like the Rolling Stones in 74. Let’s enjoy it.