Love this contemporary, rustic, artistic vibe. Can always appreciate when something is perfectly overdone. Perfectly cluttered or nah? Via: Les Parisennes Du Monde
Perfectly Cluttered
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Style With Clara Berry
Sincerely obsessed with Clara Berry, a french student who parlayed her instagram into a modeling contract. Her street style caught the attention of a scout and the rest is history. THIS is the difference between style and fashion. Style is uniquely you, something you’ve created, fashion is what others tell you to wear. Photos: Clara Berry
Luka Sabbat Style Icon
My fellow Haitian. One of the most stylish people on the planet. He grew up equally in New York City and Paris, which is a killer fashion combination. It means he’s edgy and chic, punk rock and tailored. Look how he makes something as bleak, as that gray American flag ensemble, look exquisite. Photos: Luka Sabbat
B-B-B-Boundaries
Standing in the middle of a desolate Parisienne street, so deep into the night it was morning, my friend and I converse with five strangers. We stand in a circle, waiting for our Uber after a night at Nouveau Casino. Singing, dancing, delighting in stories from whatever walks of life we’d derived from; an onlooker would assume we were long time companions. Everyone was so international, it looked like a United Colors Of Benetton ad. They wanted to exchange information to hang out at a later date. With great displeasure we informed them we’d be back in America by then. I thought about all the rejected invitations to homes in different countries, parties and events.
In America it’s very ‘no new friends’ ‘that’s my best friend, not yours.’ Tribal, valuing the length of the relationship over the quality. Whereas Europe’s like ‘hey cool vibe, let’s go on an adventure and see what happens.’ Europeans have this exquisite way of socializing as individuals, who want an experience with others. There isn’t this pressure of loyalties that rival gangs. So many times I’ve had to choose one friendship over another, due to some cataclysmic dispute. Despite my having no involvement, I was forced to pledge my allegiance to one side, or another.
This way of living resonates with me immensely. I wasn’t going to let my friends dictate my activities, I wasn’t going to snub someone over the ego battles of someone else, I didn’t have to explain my life choices, that I want to live out my dreams as an entrepreneur, not work to build someone else’s dream. It’s common in our culture to ignore all the red flags, just because we’ve known someone for 10 years. Before France I would place the groups happiness over my own. Finally I started setting boundaries, no it isn’t okay that you got drunk and tried to head butt me. Yes, I do want to hang out with Tamica. Drawing lines in the sand lost me a lot of ‘friends’, but if that’s the case, they were never my friends to begin with. Anyone who doesn’t respect your boundaries, doesn’t respect you. Now I am an independent person, who has experiences with others without the unhealthy ‘ride or die’ duties attached.