August 28, 2011

A confession of things that (despite their appeal) make me embarrassingly unclassy

-My deep affinity for cheeseburgers. The greasier the better.

-I admit that I thoroughly enjoy the TV show Family Guy, and to a lesser degree, South Park. I laugh hysterically at every crude joke and inappropriate celebrity reference. Every time.

-I also have a shameful addiction to Bravo TV reality shows. I’m not even sure if my 
pretension about liking Truffaut can save me from this, but yes.

-I sometimes still wear flip-flops to places other than the beach or gym showers. Whatever, at least they're not mandals. 

-I absolutely love ramen. The most stereotypically college bachelor type of food to eat. Well guess what haters? I am in college, and I am a bachelor. This food was pretty much designed for me.

-I once loved, and still do, Animorphs. I’m sorry, Faulkner and Twain. No matter how much I adore your writing, there will always be a set place in my heart for some good old 90’s alien-DNA-altering-technology. I’m pretty sure that I read every one of those books. I’m getting chills just thinking about it again.

-While living at home, I liked having burping contests with my 8 year old brother.  I did this, of course, in between session of Debussy piano practicing and looking at the latest Dior collection.  

-A final thing that makes me unclassy? My love for dirty rap music, electro dance music, and Britney Spears (ohmygosh, the song Toxic? I could listen to that all day).




*This list is in no way comprehensive: there is much more that I refrain from saying

August 24, 2011

L'Affiche Rouge



Voilà, the infamously known "L'Affiche Rouge"--a Vichy France propagandist poster that surfaced in 1944 in the occupied regions of France. The portraits are (yes, this part is copy/pasted from the internet) from left to right, and top to bottom:

-GRZYWACZ: Juif polonais, 2 attentats (Polish Jew, 2 terrorist attacks)
-ELEK: Juif hongrois, 5 déraillements (Hungarian Jew, 5 derailments)
-WASJBROT: Juif polonais, 1 attentat, 1 déraillement (Polish Jew, 1 terrorist attack, 1 derailment)
-WITCHITZ: Juif polonais, 15 attentats (Polish Jew, 15 terrorist attacks - although it is unclear if Witchitz was in fact Jewish or Polish)
-FINGERCWAJG: Juif polonais, 3 attentats, 5 déraillements (Polish Jew, 3 terrorist attacks, 5 derailments)
-BOCZOV: Juif hongrois, chef dérailleur, 20 attentats (Hungarian Jew, chief of derailment operations, 20 terrorist attacks)
-FONTANOT: Communiste italien, 12 attentats (Italian Communist, 12 terrorist attacks. His correct name was Fontano)
-ALFONSO: Espagnol rouge, 2 attentats (Red Spaniard, 2 terrorist attacks)
-RAYMAN: Juif polonais, 13 attentats (Polish Jew, 13 terrorist attacks)
-MANOUCHIAN: Arménien, chef de bande, 56 attentats, 150 morts, 600 blessés (Armenian, boss of the gang, 56 terrorist attacks, 150 dead, 600 wounded)

The bottom features photographs of:

-the right shoulder and right chest of a corpse, riddled by bullet holes
-a dead body lying on the ground
-a derailed locomotive
-a derailed train
-a collection of small arms, grenades, and bomb components, displayed on a table
-another derailed train


The poster sought to denouce the pictured members of the French Resistance. The actions of the Manouchian Group (pictured above) were usually characterized by armed resistance, and Nazi officials sought to quickly shut down the operation. They were interestingly marketed as a sort of underground, terrorist organization. Ironically, of the 23 members of this French Resistance group, only 3 were actually French. The rest were Polish, Armenian, Spanish, Italian, or Romanian. The Vichy government knew and advertized this fact (as made evident in their descriptions of the members on the list) in a hope to tap into a sense of xenophobia in the hearts of the French, which they hoped would turn the movement back on itself:

"Si des Français pillent, volent, sabotent et tuent... Ce sont toujours des étrangers qui les commandent. Ce sont toujours des chômeurs et des criminels professionnels qui exécutent. Ce sont toujours des juifs qui les inspirent. C’est l’armée du crime contre la France. Le banditisme n’est pas l’expression du Patriotisme blessé, c’est le complot étranger contre la vie des Français et contre la souveraineté de la France."

Fact has it though that instead of breaking the movement apart, the ubiquitous poster actaully helped strenghten French nationalism and resistance. All 23 members of the Manouchian Group were eventually captured, interrogated/tortured, tried in a German court, and executed. It is said that after the deaths, French citizens defaced the public posters and placed flowers under them.

However, much controversy remains. Many rumors circulate that it was members of other French nationalism groups that turned in these people, supposedly due to the fact that the forgien origins of the Manouchian Group would undermine the Resistance's idea of "native patriotism."  Still living Resistance members vehemently deny these allegations, but the suspicions remain.


And then of course, they made a movie out of it:

L'Affiche de "Le Fantôme de l'Opéra"

August 19, 2011

Why I am excited for the Winter 2012 semester (the one that won't be here for another five months):

-I'll hopefully be wielding my graphic design skills better
-I'll hopefully be closer to my French internship
-I'll start taking my clothing-construction classes
-I'll start taking my Arabic classes
-I'll finally take that stupid Econ class which will knock out two university core requirements.
-My friends will come back from New York City
-I'll be five months cooler (as if that were possible)
and
-I'll have five months more of shopping done. Ohhh the possibilities.

-Ohmygosh, AND it'll be winter. Definitely not looking forward to snow, but I cannot wait to bring out my jackets and coats.

August 18, 2011

Guide to [My] Style: Part 2


Sorry for the delay. Now, we continue…


-Be careful with the colors.
This ties into the “less is more,” as well as the warning against textiles. Colors are…your good friends, I wouldn’t call them your best friends, and they can quickly become your worst enemy. Obviously get colors which coordinate and don’t clash with your hair color or skin tone. However, as a minimalist, I usually don’t like to ever get beyond three or four colors. I don’t feel like anyone else should either. People quickly begin to look like a walking circus with too many colors. Also, you’ll have a hell of a time trying to get those all to mesh together. My advice if you’re going to be going with colors; stick with similar chroma ranges, and try exploring in the same hue spectrum, ex. sienna leather belt matched with pants of one blue with a shirt of a lighter shade of the same color blue. We’re not talking about navy and robin’s egg here. I personally love working in monotones (such as the previous example of multiple blues). Of course everyone’s different, but still, if you’re still reading this post, I’ll assume that you at least in some way trust my judgment.
…on a similar note…


-Black-and-blue, or black-and-brown, CAN exist together
And they can do a damn good job of it too. I actually have a weakness for black and brown. The key is to take the opposite of my previous advice (the part about similar chromas). No, for colors like these, which are already so similar that they can become tacky, it’s integral to have opposing chromatic intensities. If you have the shades too similar, the whole thing becomes very muddled. Ew, black with umber brown? It makes you look like you’re a four year old, or like you got dressed in the dark (“Wait, I swear that these were both black!”). Black with a rust color--one that’s bordering on orange or ochre colors--is great. Or at least I think so (same with the black-and-blue).

-Buying an outfit should be like a relationship
Now, I know you English majors reading this could automatically point out my lack of credibility in this area (whatever, my lack of successful long term relationships is its own ethos), however they say that failure is the best teacher? Ugh. This isn’t about to turn into a soapbox about my dating. Anyway, yeah, buying an outfit should be like beginning a long term relationship: starting with a drooling love-at-first-sight, and then quickly harnessed with a cold sense of practicality. Yes this sweater is amazing, but would it fit with everything else in my life? Is the cost really worth it? Is this something classic, or will this be out of style within the year? It is durable? Will it fall apart, or shrink, or unravel, or fade during its washings? All of these are extremely important questions to ask when buying an outfit. And when trying to get a relationship started. Trust me. Oh wait…don’t trust me.


-Find a shoe style and stick with it.
Love it. Work it.  Shoes are debatably the most important part of your outfit. They tie it together and direct the viewer. And I don’t think that one should play with shoe styles as much as one should with say, jewelry. Shoes are a much more serious matter. Of course you have your shoes of necessary functionality (i.e. rain boots or the like), but when extreme weather isn’t forcing you one way or the other, you should have an instant go-to. For me, these shoes are penny loafers: those amazing, laceless, leather shoes that I’ve had a pair of since I could walk (not kidding). I see them as the most versatile shoe ever invented; sort of like the v-neck sweater for shoes: dressy when it wants, casual when it wants…and always having that elusive element of I-don’t-care-how-I-look-but-I’ll-still-look-good. 


 -If grandparents wouldn’t, you shouldn’t*
This is not a call for grannie-panties or hair curlers, but as Chanel said in the previous post, style remains. Like I said, style is part history-lesson. Pay attention to what worked back then. It’ll work now. What this point also means is to stay away from fads. Stay away from the rubber animal bracelets, the Ugg boots and the twilight paraphernalia. Please.  
*Please use discretion. Know when to go ahead with it, and when to let things go. For example: newsboy hats. Cute in the early 1900’s, not in the 2000’s. They should only be worn by theater kids onstage and by beatniks (and even they would do better with a beret).


-Know your body
This right here is one of the most key elements to fashion and style. Your style is dictated by you. Your will of course, but also your body. Know your curves, know your structure. Know if your neck is long, or if your shoulders are narrow. Dressing well, at its most basic and most sublime, means DRESSING FOR YOU (your style, your image, your body, etc.). Never forget this.


And Finally:
-TRUST YOUR GUT
 Ironically, above all, style should be effortless (I know I know, really? After this whole list of two blog posts?). But yes, a delicate balance between always knowing exactly what you’re doing, and not looking like you’re trying to hard (it means going 200%, but only looking like you’re going 80%...or even 75%?). And when you go shopping or when you’re dressing, be instinctive and intuitive. Being knowledgeable will help you to quickly and sub-consciously make good style choices. Trust yourself.  

Bonne chance, mes amis.  


August 16, 2011

Guide to [My] Style: Part 1


Well, in a long-awaited post, I have finally decided to talk about fashion. Actually, style, more exactly. If I have to explain the difference to you, I’m not sure if anyone can do much good for you..
First and foremost, I will christen this post with the most succinct description of everything the clothing  [should be] about. Said by Our Lady Coco Chanel,
Le mode passe, le style reste” [Fashion passes, style remains].
Style and Elegance are universal and immortal. Never forget that. Taking this point into consideration, defining yourself through clothing should be part-social-consciousness and part-history-lesson.

Now, a few things to take in mind:
-Less is more.
This is a long beaten phrase, but really is one of the most ignored. Chanel also said that “When accessorizing always take off the last thing you put on.” Again, wonderful advice. It’s appealing to accessorize, but unfortunately it can all to quickly spin out of control to be messy, cluttery, busy, and brash. Although I suppose if that’s the look you’re going for, well then God help you.

-Textile is its own accessory.
I admit to have a bias towards minimalism, but I cannot stress the above point enough. To have stripes, to have dots, to have paisley—these are all to accessorize. Don't think that accesories are just jewlery. Just because you don’t happen to look like a walking charm-bracelet (congradulations, you graduated from the fourth grade), you can still disrupt the flow of presentation by having too much textile, or worse, too many textiles.  I would honestly recommend only having one. Ever. And an extremely sublte one at that. I can see a tiny glimmer of room for exceptions, but don’t push it. 

-Never buy “a piece of clothing”
God what a heinous thing to say, “a piece of clothing.” But yes, never simply buy a shirt; never simply buy a scarf. When you invest in something, be fully aware of its function and form. Know what it will go with, how you can wield it to your liking; how it can present your image. Do not ever invest in a garment. Invest in an outfit, a mood.
  
More to come soon....


August 15, 2011

Happenings in Idaho

1. I have finally purchased my first black turtleneck, which is something I've been wanting since I first heard of beatniks when I was eleven. And then I heard of the French. And then I heard of fashion. Huh. Pretty much everything good in life points me to it. I figure it's a staple that everyone should simply have. I don't know why in the world it's taken me so long to get one. It's not like I need the black-slimming power though; I figure my 19.5 BMI doesn't really need much more help ( and it's struggling enough as it is because of my love for pears instead of cupcakes). A friend of mine once told me that turtlenecks are just one of those things that really scream, "Hey, I'm a social outcast who makes up for it by pretentiously wearing old man clothes." Well hey, bingo :)  

[Bytheway, all you haters who don't like people wearing leather loafers, my grandfather sincerely complimented me on mine yesterday. He said that he really liked them. So there. And no, this does not prove your point]


2. Also, I've come the conclusion that the test for any and all clothing materials is, does it go well with khaki? Funny how the material didn't even exist until about a hundred years ago. Regardless, yes, I believe that any decent shoe, scarf, pant, or shirt should be able to fit well along side this color (excluding, of course, anything of a differing shade of khaki. duh). If it doesn't, well then I really don't see the value in even owning it.


3. I've finished my first crop harvest today, or at least started it, and must admit that I am quite proud of myself. A city boy by nature, a Southerner by blood and upbringing, and a Frenchie at heart, I certainly felt out of place in rural Idaho--which I've been coming to every summer since age thirteen--, but harvesting is actually really fulfilling.  (and the Idaho dust? Maybe that's where my love for khaki comes from. The trauma's been engrained on my psyche)

4. While eating breakfast at my grandparents house this morning--multiple servings of sausage, eggs, and biscuits with gravy (which had more sausage in it)-- I realized that at that moment, I was injesting more protein than I probably had my entire freshman year at college. Once again, this isn't helped by the fact that I prefer apricots to bacon, but whatever. Someday all you buff guys will be saggy and bloated and you will lust after my figure. Just you wait.

August 4, 2011

Image Dump I

Instead of doing my assigned reading, instead of working on my art final, instead of being productive, and above all, instead of sleeping, I decided to waste a few good hours on stumbleupon.com. I'm not sure if I've ever not spent 3 hours or more on that site at any given time. It's so addicting. For those of you who haven't ever been on it, you begin the site by selecting certain interests, and the server finds random websites that correlate to that interest (i.e. an interest in "Fine Art" will bring up artist web-pages, museum reviews, art theory, etc). 


I go through phases of obsessively pursuing certain interest--for a while all I will look at are "Satire" sites, other time, "Sculpting." 


Lately though, I've been following the Graphic Design area. Given the exorbitant amounts of images I'm downloading, I feel somewhat gluttonous and selfish not sharing them with people. Some of them are designs and photos I was drawn simply to because it's a style similar to mine, others were of a style that I wish to improve to, others were ones that I want to revamp and make modern. Others were ones that I didn't think were too successful, but were ones that I thought that I could fix or make better. 


I also plan to make the concept of an "Image Dump" more frequent, as it's a good cleanser to my already overwhelmed hard-drive. Here are a couple of the images that I really liked:













America

Things that are completely American and completely awesome:

Jazz,

and

Walt Whitman.



Enough said.

Struck by a strange bout of patriotism, I have realized that I indeed do love America. I’ll admit that my wanderlust often pulls me to foreign coastlines and beyond (after all even my blog name--American Here, American There--is a reference to my traveling obsession), and I do little more than yearn for the magic of Europe and Africa; however, when all is said and done, I am very happy to be American. Despite our fixation with reality TV, cheeseburgers and bad movies, being American has its perks (and certainly many more than the ones I’m pointing out now).

Number one: jazz, the invention of a music form blending European and African styles (probably one of the only good things that came out of American slavery), that originated in the Southern states at the turn of the century. In 1987 it was declared “a rare and valuable national American treasure,” and was given priority in preservation and propagation. I find it to be such an amazingly universal sort of music, which is funny given the fact that it was born of two cultures that couldn't be more different. Since its invention, jazz has consistently morphed and adapted to fit the changing times while always maintaining its purity and integrity of sound. Unlike other forms of music (i.e. its predecessor, ragtime), jazz has remained fashionable, relevant, and popular. Best of all, it's not tied to any one person, mood, or time period. It can be by anyone, at anytime, about anything. 




Reason number two? Walt Whitman, genius and poet extraordinaire, who historians describe as the first (and I would say greatest) American poet. Not to mention, he pretty much invented free verse. Thank him every time you have to write a poem for a class, and you don't have to have some awkwardly kitschy rhyme scheme (*and I'm not saying all rhyming is kitschy, though from my experience with amateur poets...). Whitman is the embodiment of the American Spirit, but I’ve already talked about him on a previous post, so I’ll spare you my drooling affection.



Oh and I forgot--reason number three why the States are awesome? Ebonics.

God bless America. 


August 3, 2011

Juliette Gréco

So, I apologize first off for not blogging for a few days. It looks like I'm already beginning to let it slide. I'm really, really, hoping that this won't become a frequent occurrence.


The only thing that is getting me through summer finals is this amazing woman right here:



Juliette Gréco.

She was a French model and singer--three of my favorite things right there. I doubt that anything could better describe than une vraie française bohème.  Ici, on peut trouver mes favoris: 

La Javanaise:



Sous le Ciel de Paris:



Sur les Quais du Vieux Paris:



On n'oublie rien:



La Fiancée du Pirate: