tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012746585124142392024-02-20T02:41:14.752+01:00Lipstick RoadLipstick Road a full dose of personal style, makeup and other beauty confessions, and lifestyle tips, all written by a french lipstick hoarder and confessed shopaholic, but also fashion editor. Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-63008027995225208262023-02-20T21:28:00.004+01:002023-02-20T21:28:45.265+01:00Setting the pace: 3 things I changed to take better care of myself<p>Sometimes, all you need in life is something to hold you accountable... Like your body reminding you that you made the promise to take better care of it. </p><p><br /></p><p>I used to think that new year's resolutions were a myth, a facade you use in front of people so you'll pretend to have a plan for the year ahead, the project to be and do better. I believed that new year's resolutions were an excuse for past behavior, a fake goal to have something to talk about at parties and dinners. But in reality, it's been almost three months, and I kind of think I'm kicking a** at resolutions. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGjaQgJTxkEvCv5c3f_exv7fehZuPbLYU7PSQDwne8V1hndeuf4X7gIdAyjonHKdEEqyNK2U2mmg79DBzg5Z56UOiwMBl73rj-ZW3WjD-u3fTVngrVtKnbOnxivEsLy2oUkIkVRcSui63eojNMdSRMMP_rvjNYdYqGKYuumuDeYiGQjmVUkVcaJ10/s3088/IMG_8798_jpg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGjaQgJTxkEvCv5c3f_exv7fehZuPbLYU7PSQDwne8V1hndeuf4X7gIdAyjonHKdEEqyNK2U2mmg79DBzg5Z56UOiwMBl73rj-ZW3WjD-u3fTVngrVtKnbOnxivEsLy2oUkIkVRcSui63eojNMdSRMMP_rvjNYdYqGKYuumuDeYiGQjmVUkVcaJ10/s16000/IMG_8798_jpg.JPG" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>It's a common belief that we tend to let go of our new year's resolutions after three months because we have realized that we might have set the bar too high. After six months, it has become a vague souvenir, an idea we thought about and quickly deemed too hard to achieve. And finally, at the 12-month pinpoint, it has turned into an excuse for your new resolutions. </p><p><br /></p><p>Although I'm still currently at the baby stage of sticking to my resolutions, I feel quite confident in saying that I might have figured it out... Did I finally find the right ones? </p><p><br /></p><p>New year, new me... Well, new mindset. It was time to have better thoughts and words, and care for myself and my body. It's self-care time baby! So here are the three main things I implement to take better care of myself.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;">First thing: sweating! </h3><p>With the plan to start working out again, I signed up for ClassPass. Clearly, if 2022 proved one thing, it was that I couldn't stick to a gym routine when working out from home. It was too easy for me to look at my yoga mat from the comfort of my couch and contemplate the idea of putting on leggings while I was slipping on sweatpants. With the attention to getting my body back on track of peace, I started to sign up for a different class each week: hot yoga, chill yoga, reformer pilates, barre, modern aerobics, boxing, cardio dancing... The list goes on. </p><p><br /></p><p>Surprisingly I realized it was not the whole sweating that gave me the sensations of peace and happiness, it was the curiosity of trying new things. If I'm confident my body could handle more than one or two sessions a week and that I would see more results by doing so, it was not my first intention to get in better shape, getting in better mental shape was the main goal. Signing up for only one class a week meant having a body care ritual, something I knew I could commit to, and stick to. </p><p><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: left;">Second change: brushing and rinsing </h3><div>When I came across the "shower everything" TikTok trend, I thought I would give it a go. It meant trying to find small rituals I could add to my routine which basically means: spending as much time as I can in the bathroom before jumping into bed. We're talking hours, not minutes. It meant: dry brushing, makeup removal, face cleansing, exfoliating, masking, before stepping into the actual shower, scrubbing, then washing hair and body, then hair mask, and body lotion. </div><div><br /></div><div>While this ritual is only meant to be performed once a week and has proven to help to sleep better, I still keep on <a href="https://www.lipstickroad.com/2023/02/brushing-my-problems-away.html" target="_blank">dry brushing</a> a couple of times a week. What I also started to implement into my daily shower routine is rinsing my legs with cold water. If it helps get the blood flowing, for me it gives me a feel-good feeling about sticking to a routine that makes me feel good about my body and makes me see it a different way.</div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Last thing: nourishing</h3><div>To say I've always had a bad relationship with food is an understatement... Growing up with a mom quite obsessed with her weight, but not necessarily ours, put the idea in me that I should be obsessed about mine too. Unfortunately, it meant starving myself rather than paying attention to the way I was actually nourrishing my body. Now 28 years old, I'm finally trying to stop feeling guilty about what I eat in a day and instead pay attention to what meals and nutrient could make me feel good. I won't lie, it's a long way to go. </div><div><br /></div><div>My new obsession? Understanding how my body works through my cycle, also knows as: finally trying to comprehend my period rather than complaining about it for a week, and learning the names of the other phase of my cycle. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7G4VVLEYFfUDRq-4lO3Iz17TfN80m8gOUNqUteZ_NVFsONWPyqaFvBxONwJFL50sps14OgklsjcnNLfXsSt8P0zjelXOM2dB0x03nGN1A8XD8GwPGqGhoWQWhq3KnnqIx47cjBaqUtxXB0CDM2_kug203hpbZCTUBlxJYz7h1JSMfBgnk6L0_Lo6A/s3088/IMG_8801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7G4VVLEYFfUDRq-4lO3Iz17TfN80m8gOUNqUteZ_NVFsONWPyqaFvBxONwJFL50sps14OgklsjcnNLfXsSt8P0zjelXOM2dB0x03nGN1A8XD8GwPGqGhoWQWhq3KnnqIx47cjBaqUtxXB0CDM2_kug203hpbZCTUBlxJYz7h1JSMfBgnk6L0_Lo6A/s16000/IMG_8801.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Overall, my new year's resolution has turned from "taking better care of myself" to "understanding and accepting myself". </div><div><br /></div><div>I guess it's an adult kind of thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div><br /></div><div>Elsa</div>Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-70372061513410211802023-02-17T23:34:00.004+01:002023-02-17T23:36:03.763+01:00Brushing my problems away<p> There's a saying in French that goes "il faut souffrir pour être belle", also known as "you must suffer to be pretty". </p><p><br /></p><p>I resent it, even though I grew up with my mom trying to brush my curly hair and calming my nerves with this particular phrase as if it would make the pain go away. I hate the idea that as women we have to always be silently in pain, and yet I keep inflicting myself with the same daily ritual for the past month: dry massage. </p><p><br /></p><p>The original idea: thinking I could feel better about myself and stop inflicting my body with the idea that I have to be thinner. </p><p><br /></p><p>The reality: not seeing any results but believing I actually feel better (well kind of) after installing this body and self-care ritual. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ52z_5BjWVS2F84djrN2L1FHVjJp0CSNQxL553BNdEVxzFLJEhvVSzduuSbAu2CcQ3GU1iEmwL7j3JuzS52isKdi2jQdNVwCkVKPeEMGU8U4CZoTxr25Tb8fs7ra2rjfUwrVoOemSfqRfJSDJZBnsx79xVezTp2-iqwacS5K_WwE5z8R2lxQFEVLk/s1350/299359588_5280050638781177_2288060465517698727_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ52z_5BjWVS2F84djrN2L1FHVjJp0CSNQxL553BNdEVxzFLJEhvVSzduuSbAu2CcQ3GU1iEmwL7j3JuzS52isKdi2jQdNVwCkVKPeEMGU8U4CZoTxr25Tb8fs7ra2rjfUwrVoOemSfqRfJSDJZBnsx79xVezTp2-iqwacS5K_WwE5z8R2lxQFEVLk/s16000/299359588_5280050638781177_2288060465517698727_n.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>If you're not familiar with the ancestral ritual of dry massage, where have you been? I was first introduced to this type of self-massage which consists of essentially brushing yourself from feet to belly and then from hands to heart when one of my friends was getting married. In search of body care that could help her get in shape for her wedding, she came across some beauty guru dry massage routine and sent it my way for me to review it.</p><p><br /></p><p>It didn't take long or me to get my hands on Ruhi Dry Body Brush and start my own journey of dry massage. I must say, my ritual didn't last too long. I couldn't tell you why... Probably the lack of energy to have a sustainable self-care routine. Yet, here I am, 2+ years later, giving the dry massage another chance. </p><p><br /></p><p>What started as a way for me to inflict yet another idea that my body wasn't enough and needed to be thinner, smaller, better, quickly turned into an almost daily ritual, and an excuse to spend way too much time in my bathroom. As I'm writing this, it's been a month or so, maybe two, since I started dry massage again. And I can confidently say now... That I don't see any results on my body. In fact, my cellulite has been left intact. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9Zapd_8-q3_WD9u8NQp5uXTYD9IjJdDiF2wEFFM4zndKR7yXGNzJaSesJp3px2H5-1z9jEZ_MMmPe-Yz5BXC4au52Hb-77JA2HIdwGOeSVU4StOGjX2UgHBbxMS0651TJHrVcg-rxVWn7xD3EcRp14WxDE867hVh-7IN2xOQIrZARAIzi8GnpYyT/s1350/300213122_435893091816261_7401597986633919602_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9Zapd_8-q3_WD9u8NQp5uXTYD9IjJdDiF2wEFFM4zndKR7yXGNzJaSesJp3px2H5-1z9jEZ_MMmPe-Yz5BXC4au52Hb-77JA2HIdwGOeSVU4StOGjX2UgHBbxMS0651TJHrVcg-rxVWn7xD3EcRp14WxDE867hVh-7IN2xOQIrZARAIzi8GnpYyT/s16000/300213122_435893091816261_7401597986633919602_n.jpg" /></a></p><p><br /></p>While I'm not here to complain about the lack of investment of my body to join me in this wellness journey, I must say it's been a bit frustrating but the overall impact is way better than the disappearance of cellulite because I've installed a ritual, a mean for me to take care of myself and have some time alone to just relax. <p></p><p><br /></p><p>I've never been a truly consistent person. In fact, I was never able to keep a routine going. Take my lockdown push to start having a green smoothie for breakfast, for example, it lasted as long as the lockdown went on (the first one). And as for my wish to follow a 30 days pilates challenge, I kept going until day 8. So it's safe to say that I don't really like to stick to a routine. The good news is I've been able to be (almost) successful with the dry massage because it forces me to stop and just take the time for myself. And even though it's not the easiest task to brush your dry body for at least 5 minutes until you turn red, before hopping into the shower, I couldn't be prouder of myself, at 28 years old finally succeeding at keeping a ritual. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIi2FO-F3pGH-3kve4I3vAw-UATSM_LI8tBD0EA2b9rNWJAfglp9e1qwNSeL0u9VQZPqRqwCOvIvCB86Robk0c0jsps72ozlBe-tg18fxY-hsrfvKTM2hUp6rscgDiSSZHLQIfNTAITuKKP0I10I8WvfdrDRUeRUioU-P51gpM9B4iz_snDxQwljs/s1350/302568029_175597801655127_4449622030229357971_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIi2FO-F3pGH-3kve4I3vAw-UATSM_LI8tBD0EA2b9rNWJAfglp9e1qwNSeL0u9VQZPqRqwCOvIvCB86Robk0c0jsps72ozlBe-tg18fxY-hsrfvKTM2hUp6rscgDiSSZHLQIfNTAITuKKP0I10I8WvfdrDRUeRUioU-P51gpM9B4iz_snDxQwljs/s16000/302568029_175597801655127_4449622030229357971_n.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Being written down, and on the web space, I'm confident in saying that it might be hard to stop now, and face the risk to disappoint the 2 or 3 people that visit my blog.</p><p><br /></p><p>Love,</p><p><br /></p><p>Elsa</p><p><br /></p><div id="mciapp-exclusion-container"></div><mci-extension data-role="overlay" id="overlay-root"></mci-extension><div id="mciapp-dsdr-container"></div>Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-16563752222820975742023-02-07T13:11:00.005+01:002023-02-07T20:56:01.159+01:00Where did common sense go?<p>It's a weird feeling, to have your picture taken in the middle of the street when you have absolutely no idea you're being photographed... </p><p><br /></p><p>I thought I would actually feel ecstatic when I would see my outfit shown off in some Instagram account dedicated to real street styles. Turned out it was quite the opposite.</p><p><br /></p><p>Last Saturday, while I was enjoying a rainy day of shopping around Paris to find the perfect dress for a friend's wedding, something quite weird happened to me. As I was leaving the store I'd spend most of my morning in, someone snapped a picture of me getting rained on while I was on my phone trying to figure out my way back home. The funny thing is I didn't realize it until later when I was having lunch with my boyfriend and a friend messaged me: "Isn't it you?", with a picture attached. </p><p><br /></p><p>Indeed it was... </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCGahFsyi4VxARthCgo38RqxEJ6fDpfEOoRo-Ggtorfu6QI9xcBcsBMvyExXYhug3_AnQpoTsEUD6KDmMzHDQOb4u9ds2KRN7YstLg75csHl_0LBJ-vMLp1F1jjFLMOvsViFtdqydg2Y-9MqspW9rcHFXN0ShFPMLSeQTS4jxTpRAkDQidqoQ6qNK/s1350/326578993_514690817200950_8158572342295871752_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCGahFsyi4VxARthCgo38RqxEJ6fDpfEOoRo-Ggtorfu6QI9xcBcsBMvyExXYhug3_AnQpoTsEUD6KDmMzHDQOb4u9ds2KRN7YstLg75csHl_0LBJ-vMLp1F1jjFLMOvsViFtdqydg2Y-9MqspW9rcHFXN0ShFPMLSeQTS4jxTpRAkDQidqoQ6qNK/s16000/326578993_514690817200950_8158572342295871752_n.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>What spooked me is when I realized that it was the same outfit I was wearing on that particular day. Either I had been guilty of outfit repeating or this picture was taken on the same day. Examining it closely with my boyfriend, we soon realized that I must have been photographed at least 30 minutes prior. It felt weird. And it didn't take long for other people to share the same picture they have seen on someone's Instagram I didn't even know. Turns out the account, that had taken my photo and decided to share it to Instagram, without my consent I might add, was 124K followers, content creator and pilates instructor Alice Pilate. </p><p><br /></p><p>Should I have felt flattered? </p><p><br /></p><p>Spoiler alert, I didn't. In fact, it was quite a strange feeling, a sensation of intrusion, and voyeurism. It felt weird. </p><p><br /></p><p>What really struck me was the fact that she was facing me when she took the picture, she didn't hide my face, she didn't wait for me to turn around so she could capture my outfit from the back. She simply stood in front of me, snapped a picture and left, without acknowledging me. Truth be told, I kind of felt used.</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZq7lKPwaZQH1z0_rPrLBnQRhNJjmmKxeWVA-RY5Op6ZQZu_WFaEfPiykBR5-DAznjY8mD4zvvNc0ncjRL7s2qrddvDqCqezLTh7WYEymwq4D4C4N1Bt1SnVtFFYQtHcfFLClqbIp5YHsNRRT0ClYEClhnV0s1QGXnZo3yRoVDCEBYO_Ug8qGERAb/s1350/327145867_713884463448795_524319428079631728_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZq7lKPwaZQH1z0_rPrLBnQRhNJjmmKxeWVA-RY5Op6ZQZu_WFaEfPiykBR5-DAznjY8mD4zvvNc0ncjRL7s2qrddvDqCqezLTh7WYEymwq4D4C4N1Bt1SnVtFFYQtHcfFLClqbIp5YHsNRRT0ClYEClhnV0s1QGXnZo3yRoVDCEBYO_Ug8qGERAb/s16000/327145867_713884463448795_524319428079631728_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>So let me ask you, where did common sense go? When did we say, as a society, it's okay to photograph or videotape random people on the street without them knowing? </p><p><br /></p><p>Why is it so easy to hide behind our screens? Do our phones actually serve as a barrier, a protector so we can do or say whatever we want on the internet? Because I didn't get the notice saying so. Is it really that hard to come up to people afterwards and say: "Hey, I love your outfit, I took this picture, do you mind if I share it with my 100K followers on Instagram?". I'm honestly asking... </p><p><br /></p><p>If you're wondering, I did message her when I saw the picture, saying "Hi, it's me in the picture", waiting for her to respond to say a bit more about this whole exchange, but obviously my DM must have gotten lost in the ocean of messages from her community. </p><p><br /></p><p>It didn't end there though. </p><p><br /></p><p>Later that day, another friend shared another Instagram story with me. Another account, another 100 K-something audiences, and yet another Instagram story with my picture, nicely taken by @alicepilate. I'm sorry, where is my mention? </p><p>I did message the account @parisiensinparis, saying again: "It's me in the picture!"... No response. </p><p><br /></p><p>While I didn't capture the outfit was wearing on that particular day, I had been wearing a similar version of this outfit, as pictured above. Please enjoy it, as I have decided to share it on my own terms. </p><p>I really thought that I would feel great the day I would end up on this particular account. I didn't imagine I would feel so frustrated with the whole situation. But on the bright side, more than one person liked my picture on that very first rainy weekend of February. </p><p><br /></p><p>And I guess I had my 24 hours of Instagram fame. </p><p><br /></p><p>Elsa</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-52558435392970264942022-10-06T21:48:00.006+02:002023-02-17T23:35:51.883+01:00How to dress like a fancy grandpa<p>While I was heading to work a few weeks ago, I came across a very nice-looking man. As he passed by me, I was subjugated, mesmerized, I couldn't look away from him. He was probably in his 80s and looked a bit grumpy, but he was stylish as hell. </p><p><br /></p><p>The whole interaction probably lasted around 10 seconds, if not even less. And when I resumed to real life I realized that if I was so obsessed with this complete stranger was probably because I was almost wearing the same thing. </p><p><br /></p><p><i>Please note that I'm not saying my style is amazing, but rather that I have the style of a french grumpy grandfather. Let's call that the "Grandpa style". </i></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bK2DmPUnHbEYJ4ysGqJMUEofW-ItCDbx9WZ7CvxVVk817mYOl2tO7RQQIQ4s49jYuAsH5R12TwM9Mvh93JnjKzB5tY3PLpABCGKzevOlmhZ1xgbXZ873J2VSUhXJnBXW-jKNNCCeofPw0S8CD47BekfJ8laKUnD2JJ4fQ9ESOTitm4NR-jlgTxrL/s1350/310518447_915472786524151_1062875159674440159_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bK2DmPUnHbEYJ4ysGqJMUEofW-ItCDbx9WZ7CvxVVk817mYOl2tO7RQQIQ4s49jYuAsH5R12TwM9Mvh93JnjKzB5tY3PLpABCGKzevOlmhZ1xgbXZ873J2VSUhXJnBXW-jKNNCCeofPw0S8CD47BekfJ8laKUnD2JJ4fQ9ESOTitm4NR-jlgTxrL/s16000/310518447_915472786524151_1062875159674440159_n.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>I must admit it didn't really come as a surprise since a couple years ago I found myself speechless in front of this old Taiwanese couple that went viral on Instagram. <a href="https://www.instagram.com/wantshowasyoung/">Wan-Ji Chang and Sho-Er Hsu</a>, both 83 and 84 years old own a laundromat in Taiwan and have been in the laundry business for almost 70 years. They became internet-famous when their grandson, Reef Chang, set up an Instagram account for them to show off outfits they put together using clothes left behind at their laundromat. </p><p><br /></p><p>If the idea behind the account <a href="https://www.instagram.com/wantshowasyoung/" target="_blank">@WantShowAsYoung</a> was mainly to prove that there's certainly no age barrier when it comes to fashion, and you can be the most stylish person in the room no matter where you come from or the year you were born, for me, it was quite different. In fact, I wanted to dress like them. And there they were, this 80-year-old couple from Tawain, my new inspiration, the influencers I actually needed in my life, the new show that would be the end of my Netflix subscription. After all, who needs to binge-watch the new Netflix show when you have this couple on Instagram both inspirational and entertaining. </p><p><i>well, actually, the reality is you can have the best of both worlds, especially when Netflix came out with the second season of The Politician and a new serial killer documentary that same year. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p>Maybe you'll have realized from my last couple of blog posts that I care less about trends than I do about A timeless style. I'll grant you that I do love myself a good grandpa outfit, I'm sure if you look at Wan-Ji Chang and Sho-Er Hsy, you'll find out that they don't have much of an "old people look". They have a fun and colorful outlook on fashion, not caring about the trends but rather caring about the clothes they wear and the style they love. But to be fair, there is something timeless about the way they dress too. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbszRGQIbtN4f07ouzsFZ4bp6u5GoBxfDikbMQOWcIC2ettD7hR-7RTvk0TBSY3JpRp77m1-lazIm8bfFrjfk-30DBAD67pSHMlx8zH_zLkpWtC8bSlDDEWg4Byy_uxRDyuQsi_DsdKAAhXQXMlQwZcDYg1ncEj0DJW2eIYx0XwJsWWgTLEyaluShZ/s1307/297952195_445359390849093_8409531549217358660_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1307" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbszRGQIbtN4f07ouzsFZ4bp6u5GoBxfDikbMQOWcIC2ettD7hR-7RTvk0TBSY3JpRp77m1-lazIm8bfFrjfk-30DBAD67pSHMlx8zH_zLkpWtC8bSlDDEWg4Byy_uxRDyuQsi_DsdKAAhXQXMlQwZcDYg1ncEj0DJW2eIYx0XwJsWWgTLEyaluShZ/s16000/297952195_445359390849093_8409531549217358660_n.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>There is something so compelling about older people in general. The way they couldn't care less about what people think, and don't mind saying what's on their mind, even if it can be a little bit hurtful. I love my grandmother but the moment she told me that she didn't like my new hair when I tried new highlights will forever haunt me. </p><p><br /></p><p>If a new generation of 50 and plus influencers is currently rocking the blogosphere and showing off at fashion week, I'll forever idolize grandpas <i>(and grandmas but mainly grandpas) </i>walking slowly around Paris with a baguette and the newspaper in their hand, or strolling with their shopping basket, glasses on their nose, hat on their head. And like I said I do dress like them without realizing it. </p><p><br /></p><p>Large pants, a white tee-shirt, a sweater or a masculine blazer, a cap, and sneakers have been my "off-duty" and "weekender" look for a while. The kind of outfit you put on when you don't know what to wear, the one you feel good in. Sometimes, I'll feel adventurous and swap the oversize blazer for some kind of oversize jacket. Need actual proof I actually dress like an old man? I shop secondhand and strictly into the men's section, buying way too much large pants, shirts, or blazers. I did buy not one but two vintage men's coats last year. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXrfxYx9aj55ZeXu9oyR6x2vYy2dvtBk-DDdzYlIryPRo6rknwiGbYwBf3_2x8mZGafNoPjcUPiMYwbgj1Mfh1PGmYl_kTh3NCqyvt6Dtoq7lErCmcTcgwGAnHlQzJ_7QzPx-uZqZR7uuruWcXmXuCyoYGAy4MVELhTFsItDZ-VjiWHrC6ZxCiflh/s1344/269783558_268851418681251_6446864385484231637_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXrfxYx9aj55ZeXu9oyR6x2vYy2dvtBk-DDdzYlIryPRo6rknwiGbYwBf3_2x8mZGafNoPjcUPiMYwbgj1Mfh1PGmYl_kTh3NCqyvt6Dtoq7lErCmcTcgwGAnHlQzJ_7QzPx-uZqZR7uuruWcXmXuCyoYGAy4MVELhTFsItDZ-VjiWHrC6ZxCiflh/s16000/269783558_268851418681251_6446864385484231637_n.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>So if you feel like dressing like an old man or a less cool version of Diane Keaton, you'll need :</p><p>- A blazer, preferably vintage, mandatory oversize (aim two or three sizes up), and from the men's section. Note that your blazer must have at least two inside pockets if not three. </p><p>- Large pleated pants. Keep in mind that it's quite hard, if not almost impossible to find the perfect pair of vintage men's pants in thrift stores. I'll allow myself to digress from secondhand and go for new but timeless pants from COS, Arket, The Frankie Shop, etc. </p><p>- A vest. I'll be honest, I haven't really succumbed to the charm of this not so newly trendy piece. I've seen it too much on Instagram to associate it with the "fancy grandpa" style. I do love an excellent sleeveless fitter blazer kinda vest though. </p><p>- a large sweater or sweatshirt you could sleep in at the end of a full day of running errands while doing crosswords on the couch. Living the life of a fashionable grandpa can be exhausting. </p><p><br /></p><p>And the list could go on and on. What I do find useful for inspiration is to look up Pinterest pictures of this New Balance campaign, where they used older people to show off their sneakers to prove that no, New Balance sneakers are not for runners only. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.instagram.com/elsa.lauron/" target="_blank">Please follow me on Instagram for more grandpa inspos</a>. Don't be fooled by the very feminine outfits. Winter is coming, and so is my true old-man style. </p><p>Love,</p><p>Elsa.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-4485129527532860382022-10-04T20:55:00.039+02:002022-10-04T21:04:00.791+02:00This is why I hate Fashion Weeks<p>While this event is the most expected one for most people, well the ones that care about fashion in the world anyway, I actually hate Fashion Weeks. Here's why.</p><p><br /></p><p>Defining time for the fashion industry and most closets following trends, fashion week is, for me, a dreading moment, a not-so-kind reminder that I'll always be under-dressed while going out, and that I might not actually like my outfits, no matter what. And as expected, the starting point of the oh-so-existential question: "should I get rid of everything in my wardrobe?". </p><p><br /></p><p>(Spoiler alert, the answer is always no.)</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqy-9Hbj3iCtJWRXLNgqVuYig07SqapLlfF6J7m4G7es_GjSQwZR5ZFvkKXd2kj9eFnCjRINMMKvQ3yIQnRNWD9qpxuk8tffeLLM48mYkUNsf0hCC0DSTEC3y0ONgJvjP18lxBp2qTYe6rwYNrCSuK-134lIkMZ3enhreATzqGJAa4gl1F2HjclIDk/s1350/286395358_5116431211786983_7981817747501120587_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqy-9Hbj3iCtJWRXLNgqVuYig07SqapLlfF6J7m4G7es_GjSQwZR5ZFvkKXd2kj9eFnCjRINMMKvQ3yIQnRNWD9qpxuk8tffeLLM48mYkUNsf0hCC0DSTEC3y0ONgJvjP18lxBp2qTYe6rwYNrCSuK-134lIkMZ3enhreATzqGJAa4gl1F2HjclIDk/s16000/286395358_5116431211786983_7981817747501120587_n.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Coming back from a week in New York, where I managed to avoid Fashion Week by arriving just a few days after the mayhem, I was quite pleased with my fashion findings in the city that never sleeps and apparently never stops to amaze you <b>with vintage treasure</b>s. Going from vintage boutiques to thrift shops, watching all my savings disappear in just one credit card swipe, I was unstoppable. Well, until my bank decided it was time for me to either stop all shopping activities or reload my account. After two or three money transfers from one account to another, it was time to stop the bleeding and <b>put an end to the shopping addiction</b>. </p><p><br /></p><p>But it was quite hard to not look at everything the vintage shops had to offer. How could I resist<b> a vintage Tahary yellow </b>skirt when she fit me perfectly, although the lining could have been less tight? But who cares when the skirt would go amazingly with <b>the yellow vintage Saint-Laurent blazers my boyfriend </b>got for me for my birthday. How boujee of me to pretend I'm a high-end vintage lover, when in fact, I dress like an old man or<b> a cheaper version of Diane Keaton</b>. </p><p><br /></p><p>Anyway, as I was saying, shopping in New York went great. Well, if you ignore the fact that I thought I bought a vintage pleated checked skirt that<b> made me look like Blair Waldorf</b> if she had been nicer. It took me a few days, a week to be real, to realize that I didn't get the skirt while going through my NYC laundry and checking my account balance. <i>I'll blame that on the jet lag and the stress of starting a new job. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p>I'll go back to the main subject now if you will. Coming back from the big apple with <b>two suitcases full of new vintage founds</b>, I couldn't be happier... Until I stepped foot in rainy France where the temperatures had drastically dropped and the sun had definitely left for greener regions. While I did find some great pieces in New York, I forgot to mention, all of my<b> new timeless wardrobe additions</b> were perfect for warmer days. Back in France, I was left with old pieces that I'd worn a hundred times. But that was fine with me, the new me, on a journey to buy less and more sustainably. The key issue here was to learn how to wear the clothes I've already worn so much, in a different way. So I tried things out. </p><p><br /></p><p>A few days ago, while I was strolling around Paris with my most fashionable friend, I realized I was not happy with my own outfit. It didn't feel like me. I've been so mesmerized by the outfits inspiration on Pinterest, I've lost my way. But lately, I've been lacking inspiration, the envy to dress up, the idea to put out outfits I'll feel good in. And trust me when I said that going out in the middle of Fashion Week, was not the best idea. </p><p><br /></p><p>Walking along the gardens of Palais Royal, I was surrounded by the most fashionable people. It was a fashion show on its own. A catwalk of fashion experts. Among them, I was just a wannabe, an outcast, a tourist, and a visitor. I was ready to get rid of all my clothes and give in to the whole idea of changing a wardrobe according to trends. And there I was, ten steps back on my sustainable adventures. It was the moment I realized I truly hated Fashion Week. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6KsOncNwP-bQuW8N01s9_f5zeU53IXck2ggUIIhRf3y9Euk-9qkJg9rbpJra2L4Bt8iEj_dpE8plzLpxJSBbEETf4KVrKh3t8VaaCl945jKk-uwaiwJpaSef9_XP8IYlHM8760oTsG6-HD0Z2tiJmQjE_XT1XhJ4T8GcV_drF3hDOtRuDOIrZJU8S/s1350/285527976_547905893411553_7161989170443433270_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6KsOncNwP-bQuW8N01s9_f5zeU53IXck2ggUIIhRf3y9Euk-9qkJg9rbpJra2L4Bt8iEj_dpE8plzLpxJSBbEETf4KVrKh3t8VaaCl945jKk-uwaiwJpaSef9_XP8IYlHM8760oTsG6-HD0Z2tiJmQjE_XT1XhJ4T8GcV_drF3hDOtRuDOIrZJU8S/s16000/285527976_547905893411553_7161989170443433270_n.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>While the idea of people coming together in a city for a week of fashion extravaganza is inspiring and mesmerizing, the idea of waiting to see what<b> the future of fashion is holding for us is disturbing</b>. Let's face it, if fashion people organize their whole year around fashion weeks, it's not a good sign for a more sustainable world. After all, the idea to buy sustainably is to buy less and review the way we buy. You could say "what we see on runways can inspire us to shop in our own closet to recreate the same look", and most of the time it works. Until the moment you end up searching for the perfect vest because you got rid of the vests you had in the 90s, thinking the trend would not make a comeback. Same with low-rise jeans. <b>Or ballet flats</b>. </p><p><br /></p><p>Aiming to buy less or find timeless pieces, I've officially let go of fast fashion to look for quality pieces that will last. Obviously, it also means shopping for items that I will wear for years and years, and not trusting the trends in the process. I know I still have a long way to go but I'm trying my best. If I hate fashion week so much, it is also a problem of always wanting more. But if the industry doesn't change and keeps going on its fashion week track, what will the planet be like in a couple of years? </p><p><br /></p><p>Just a few thoughts. </p><p>Love,</p><p>Elsa</p>Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-80112504929224104742022-09-29T19:46:00.010+02:002022-09-30T20:59:13.081+02:002000s rom-com or the wonderland of wrong ideas about loveAm I late to the conclusion that Rom-Com movies wrongly led us to believe how a man should behave? <div><br /></div><div>Currently in between two jobs (having left my Senior Fashion Editor position I occupied for almost 5 years). As I'm taking the time to calm my nerves and get rid of my anxiety before starting a new job, I enjoy my free fall days by watching movies I've probably watched a million times. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkdzBCEnKotGiUmt7xcCQYAFmDISS8VAoqAMznloC-TY2lvBTDlxblnKiIW5QUSOt4AeUlhIJNH7KnYWBOxDmEVSleiBXgb1dEI4yyG_tG6Frl7zMw8oFQ8Okco3xH1cIXtwPFoxT-rJWS4rdVVCjoUJ1naYuZYPj1wO5_Be8TOlgk_9US9m_Gx27/s1350/273964277_265702748973708_241951817316413953_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkdzBCEnKotGiUmt7xcCQYAFmDISS8VAoqAMznloC-TY2lvBTDlxblnKiIW5QUSOt4AeUlhIJNH7KnYWBOxDmEVSleiBXgb1dEI4yyG_tG6Frl7zMw8oFQ8Okco3xH1cIXtwPFoxT-rJWS4rdVVCjoUJ1naYuZYPj1wO5_Be8TOlgk_9US9m_Gx27/s16000/273964277_265702748973708_241951817316413953_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Although Just Like Heaven was probably my favorite rom-com growing up, now at 28 years old with no diamond ring on my finger, but an 8 years long relationship to my record and a "still not ready" boyfriend by my side, the Reese Witherspoon and Mark Ruffalo love stories tasted different. The "I love you" moment you waited for the whole time sounded not right... Well, I know what you think. Obviously, it's just a movie. And no, some random guy can't really see the ghost of a "stuck in a coma" girl because they were supposed to meet but didn't because he canceled the date and she had an accident; let alone fall in love with her ghost in only a few days. If there's one thing binge-watching Love is Blind has taught me, is that it's not love but rather lust, or chemicals that led you to believe you're in love after you've spent all your time with someone. </div><div><br /></div><div>As the credit rolled down, I was not finished with the whole rom-com nonsense. Next up was Carrie Pilby. Have you ever seen the movie where a child prodigy who has trouble enjoying her life in NYC meets a cute neighbor, who you might have seen in Narnia? He takes her dancing in the middle of the busy street, lends her his coat while she's shaking in her sweater in the middle of winter, and they kiss under the new year's eve fireworks on the fire escape stairs of their building. Who has even danced in the middle of the street at midnight anyway?</div><div><br /></div><div>If the way I've met my boyfriend and the love of my life could be the plot of a Nora Ephron or Nancy Meyers movie (let's keep this story for another time), my relationship is far from being as dreamy as Harry and Sally. Okay, I'll admit I can't really complain, having found love in actual real life rather than on an app. But, being an adult, in an adult relationship, I'll say that life is far far far far away from what we see on TV. I am aware that I'm late to the conclusion that rom-com from the 2000s are highly overrated and dated, especially for younger generations. But, what about us? The generation that grew up thinking that a man could actually love to cook you dinner, serenade you in a fire escape of your building, and cry because they've spent an amazing week with you in snowy England and they now have to watch you drive back to the airport to return to sunny Los Angeles. Where are the men, romantic movies from the 90s and 2000s created in our minds? </div><div><br /></div><div>While I am aware I'm a lucky girl in a happy relationship, silly me, thought that when leaving Paris, my boyfriend, and my dog, for a fun and chill week in New York City, my boyfriend would surprise me during this trip and finally propose. Spoiler alert, it did not happen. If I'm not actually disappointed by the lack of diamond on my left hand, I am indeed disappointed that my life lacks some Kate Hudson rom-com potential. Especially after walking the streets of New York City with my own movie soundtrack like I was Meg Rayan in You've Got Mail. Imagine my surprise, when my lovely boyfriend did not come to join me on this lovely trip but did drive to pick me up at the airport and even greeted me with croissants. I'll leave out the fact that he did not see me coming out of the "arrivals door" and I actually had to stand in front of him with my tired-looking eyes and my two suitcases for him to realize that yes, the strange girl in her PJ in an airport, was me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Why do we always expect men to do more? To actually act like they're from a romantic storyline, standing in front of our front door, after a fight, with cardboards listing every reason they love us? Why are we so disappointed when they come into the living room asking what's for dinner when we thought that they'd have organized a date night, dinner in a nice restaurant, followed by a walk under the stars, all of that with a classical band following us? </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I know why. Because the reality is, and I apologize for ruining your dreams, far from what we see on TV. Because in real life, there's stress, there're tiring work days, a dog to walk, dinner to cook, laundry to do, cleaning waiting for our time, and just not enough time or energy to act like we're in a movie. And it can be hard to realize when all we see on social media is how lucky couples act like they're on their honeymoon all the time. But breaking news people, what we see is only what people want to show, just like a rom-com. </div><div><br /></div><div>And while I'm writing this rant, knowing I can't really complain about my love life, especially when my lovely boyfriend did organize a surprise date night in an incredible Italian restaurant. I do feel lucky to be in love and to have found love in real life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Although, a girl can't never have too much romanticism in her life, ever.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div><br /></div><div>Elsa</div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-1474075670024125172021-06-05T20:08:00.003+02:002022-10-04T20:55:51.434+02:00Let me know when you think of anything<p style="text-align: justify;"> A couple of days ago after our groceries were left on our doorstep, I came to the realization that something was really wrong. Not only because they forgot my fresh pasta among other things. But because my boyfriend reminded me that I forgot fresh veggies for our weekly healthy, well kinda, tortillas. As he realized my mistakes, he added "You'll have to order it tomorrow".</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Funny enough, this isn't about the fact that I purposely forgot about the veggies but the fact that he was expecting me to place the order. No worries, my boyfriend of almost 7 years isn't the kind of man that will expect a woman to do everything, well not on purpose. He didn't wait for me to respond before adding "sorry I meant we'll have to order it tomorrow." Although he realized his mistake, the damage was already done and it led me to think 'how did we come to this?' </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-xogrCIqiVQwq_Jxv58mEdzjEsZk3DcDvdyqEhMBnncJuIjB7p9ccUHWEKXVgR8IeOhfDQLJ43_A82mBPvdYetJwa-RFDIIBpo2R9mMnqCrJgeA8TT2gAXsAPdrpcpX9WYh_o1syogY/s1080/183743473_304046497851461_3797016783346014979_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="1080" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-xogrCIqiVQwq_Jxv58mEdzjEsZk3DcDvdyqEhMBnncJuIjB7p9ccUHWEKXVgR8IeOhfDQLJ43_A82mBPvdYetJwa-RFDIIBpo2R9mMnqCrJgeA8TT2gAXsAPdrpcpX9WYh_o1syogY/w640-h484/183743473_304046497851461_3797016783346014979_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Growing up as the last child of a family of five and three children, I was a late bloomer on a lot of different levels, but this story's for another time. What I meant is apart from cleaning the table after dinner and putting my dishes in the sink or dishwasher after breakfast, I didn't learn how to do my laundry before leaving for a two weeks vacation abroad when I was 17 years old. I didn't know how to use the vacuum cleaner, let alone know how to clean my own bathroom until I was close to leaving the house for a year of studying in Dublin and living on my own.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Although for some people I might be right on time and even for some ahead of my time, for me and myself only, and probably to the liking of my family, I was definitely late to the party. Because my parents had a very clear idea of adult life, they expected us to be out of the family house before turning 25. Imagine my parent's concern when my 25 years old sister was still fully leaving at home with no intent to leave anytime soon... Let's say that on her 25th birthday, my dad came home from work with a really ugly and embarrassing hat for her to wear to celebrate her not intent to move. Fortunately, I escaped my not-so-funny father's rit of passage by having the keys to my first real apartment a day after my 25th birthday. To be fair I had already left at 20 years old for Ireland, only to come back 9 months later, not with a baby but with six suitcases after way too much shopping in lovely Dublin. By the time I moved into my new and not-so-shiny apartment with my boyfriend, I was independent, I did my cleaning, my dishes, my laundry, my grocery shopping. My boyfriend on the other hand... Was on a whole different level.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Being the daughter of a very Jewish mother, my mom always wanted me to follow along with traditions and learn how to cook very typical, traditional, Jewish dishes for the Shabbat diner. I did not learn how to cook but I did catch the love for cooking and spending time in the kitchen. By the time I celebrated my 16th years old birthday, my mom was sick and my dad was the one having to cook for the three of us every day. When I turned 18 I decided it was time for me to help out, and from time to time I managed to cook a lovely meal for the two of us. For my boyfriend, on the other hand, it's another story. I grew up with a very privileged and coddled brother, who was the prince of the house, protected by my loving mother. So let me start my writhing that with this experience with growing up with a boy at home, I expected all men to be this way. I might be wrong but my boyfriend's upbringing proved to me I was not, in his case.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">I re-encountered my boyfriend while leaving abroad in Dublin. The two of us met on an exchange student trip in London when we were 16 years old. Oddly, we ended up in the same city 4 and a half years later although we had completely lost contact. He messaged me on my 20 years old birthday after he saw on my Facebook page that I was leaving for Dublin a few months later. 'I guess I'll see you in Dublin', he had typed in. 4 months later we met on a corner of a busy street in the city center of Dublin and ended up spending the whole day together. After this first date, we didn't leave each other sight and spend most of our time walking and talking. I quickly realized we didn't live the same lifestyle when he started describing one of the three meals they cooked in the dorm he was sharing with two other students. Let's say, that he didn't cook for me for about 4 years after this. The first day I went to his dorm, the small apartment was not feeling very lovely. The whole place was dark, cluttered, and small. In his room, piles of clothes and empty shopping bags, and rolls of toilet papers were laying on the floor. The bed was not made. While dishes were piling up in the sink, an almost empty orange juice bottle was having a party with pasta's leftover and a pack of beer in the fridge. I did not set a foot in the bathroom.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">When we got back to France, we were splitting our time between my parent's house and his family's apartment. While at his place, I realized how things were easy for him. His mother was doing most of the meals, while his dad was taking care of the laundry. His small room was a continuous mess. You would expect a 21 years old boy to have a sense of organization, he did not. Every time I stepped into his room, I thought to myself "boy, living with you is not gonna be easy". I was not wrong.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">When we finally moved in together after 5 years, our relationship took a turn I didn't expect. We were now sharing a living space while being two completely different individuals. The first time we argued in the apartment, the unmade bed was to blame. The second time the dishes got in the middle of it. The third time, it was the vacuum. It took a year for us to find a balance and a routine where we each had our share of chores. After two years of living together, I cannot say it's perfect. By adding a new member of our family, still not a baby but a dog, things took another turn because now new chores were adding up. While my boyfriend does most of the walking, I do most of the feeding and we share the cleaning and playing, there are still things that fall on my hand regarding the house chore. Especially when it comes to thinking about it. While my boyfriend knows when our fridge is empty, I'll have to remind him that we need to go shopping. When clothes are piling up in the laundry basket, I'll think to load the machine and ask him to unload him. And it goes on and on. Why is it that women always have to do the thinking?</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">In old movies, women often ask their screen male partner "What are we going to do?". In reality, my boyfriend asks me this question daily. While I'm not complaining, well actually I am, I wonder why, when it comes to chores, men are ofter the ones falling behing. Should we still pin this on the patriarchy, when does it all end? In the 60s women were expected to stay at home and take care of the house and the children while men were out making the money. 70 years later, most men are still expecting women to be in charge of the household may they be aware of it or not. Is it going to take another 70 years to create a new reality for the household? Just the time for new parents to teach their sons and daughters to be equal when it comes to taking care of the house.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Just some thought on the question...</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Love,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Elsa.</p>Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-80357759120655850842021-06-04T23:11:00.003+02:002021-06-04T23:32:40.410+02:00The Wonder Woman Syndrome : The benefits of a Power Outfit<p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">The power of a good outfit is striking.</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">I’ve never felt more powerful than when wearing a blazer. I put one on and "tada" I look like this girl who knows what she wants. I’m like a superwoman, minus the whole saving the world thing. Okay more like a businesswoman who doesn’t have time to look up to make sure she’s not running into a moving vehicle. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">No, forget about that, I’m a French woman. The authentic, the original, the unbelievable French woman. And people are looking at me like « damn who is that girl ». And I feel so good. That is... until I walk into dog poo. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQb93_jf9LKvqZHnGE-TL5hquni3lpHSSEYYJuFIWB0jf11ySchq8MSJ7NZjxyH5yuWJGWU9w5tqFs2E0BzAcs6-LutL9XQaupq9E3USBCKvTAeAiHzbUh4wpjqI_ERGpns4dG5iLB8w/s1080/188567290_1202952340133644_3957840626994903556_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQb93_jf9LKvqZHnGE-TL5hquni3lpHSSEYYJuFIWB0jf11ySchq8MSJ7NZjxyH5yuWJGWU9w5tqFs2E0BzAcs6-LutL9XQaupq9E3USBCKvTAeAiHzbUh4wpjqI_ERGpns4dG5iLB8w/s16000/188567290_1202952340133644_3957840626994903556_n.jpg" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Well, that's actually just storytelling. Don't get me wrong, I do feel powerful in a blazer, but for the whole 'walking into dog poo' part, that actually never happened to me. Yet. But it is funny, isn't it? The way a simple clothing item can give you the confidence and the power you never knew you needed to start the day. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">The fun fact is I've never really liked a blazer until I reached a certain age where wearing a blazer was the other way to show how professional I was, that is, the day I started interning. Even at that stage, wearing a blazer was an image of working, I couldn't wear a blazer outside of work, it felt uncanny, strange, deeply uncomfortable. The reality was far from it, I simply hadn't found the right jacket! </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">So here I was, a couple of years later, wearing a blazer and heading out to work. As I was walking, I realized how good I felt. The lines I wrote to start this article, I actually wrote two years ago. To this day, the feeling hasn't changed. The only thing that did change is my habit of wearing a blazer. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">What has changed? You may ask. I found the right jacket, the right fit, the right feeling. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
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<p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">I may be a fashion addict, but believe it or not, my collection of workwear jackets was quite limited. Not being a fan of blazers for many years, I had maybe one grey checked print blazer, fitted, bad quality, and uncomfortable. The funniest thing? I only wore it when I had a job interview, or when I graduated from college. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">I put blazers aside, keeping my small collections for special occasions. But on a sunny day in Paris, walking through the Marais with a good friend, trying to find the entrance for the Vintage fair we were attending, something unusual happened. On the crowded alley of second-hand clothes, between tons of Levis 501, and flowery dresses, there it was, the vintage blazer I never knew I'll fell in love with. But the deal wasn't set from the get-go. If the brown checked pattern was screaming for my attention, the man fit, added to the XL size, was intriguing. As my friend was trying to convince me to try it on, I slipped the large jacket on my shoulder over my badly chosen dress of the day. Though my snake printed dress is a statement piece on its own, the no-name blazer couldn't care less. It was there to stay and make a statement on its own. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">It didn't take long for me to decide if I would take this good looking guy home. Swiping my card on the machine, I didn't think twice. And to this day, I still feel lucky I came across this second-hand item. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
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<p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">As my love for blazers grew, my collection expanded, and my desire to wear them outside of a work environment changed. Slipping a blazer on my shoulder is now a synonym f empowerment for me. Maybe it's the large padded shoulders or the whole meaning behind this workwear piece, blazers give me the confidence, the power, the desire for greater things. They turn me into a Wonder Woman on my own. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">So that's my power outfit, what's yours? </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Love,</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Elsa. </p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><mci-div class="mci-c4f7c3b940b2fda375c61f1064b5e7f6" style="display: none;"></mci-div><mci-div class="mci-c4f7c3b940b2fda375c61f1064b5e7f6" style="display: none;"></mci-div>Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-50816693391712371612020-09-14T22:13:00.001+02:002020-09-14T22:29:51.525+02:00The Slut Shaming is back! Better than ever...<p>What a great way to start the week. Ophelie telling me that I should put the list of my past relationships online and see how it goes for me. </p><p>This morning as I was getting ready to start a great week at work, I came across a sad, heartbreaking, devastating realization. The Slut-Shaming is back, and better than ever! This concept that was so 2018, is still there to shake our (already) bad year. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwV30UpF1hT5SAbqIp08wCVO7c6-syYxgpTLPATvG3ML929JP2TNt4KAOpnDFxCfboANZ217W_rYA3RC-ZYJwvT72DTSnrdUbsL90zJuZy6RYsCMVmUde_jpjAbtHIZwo_FPMYy_wRkg/s1920/easy-a-5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwV30UpF1hT5SAbqIp08wCVO7c6-syYxgpTLPATvG3ML929JP2TNt4KAOpnDFxCfboANZ217W_rYA3RC-ZYJwvT72DTSnrdUbsL90zJuZy6RYsCMVmUde_jpjAbtHIZwo_FPMYy_wRkg/s16000/easy-a-5.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Last week, as part of my day job as a fashion and entertainment journalist for french media Les Éclaireuses, I wrote a piece on the timeline of Selena Gomez's past relationships. What was supposed to be a liberating article about how a woman can have as many relationships as she wishes to, turned into a satire, an insult, a picture of how a woman can be, please stay seated, a slut... </p><p><br /></p><p>As I opened my laptop this morning, I was glad to know that the piece I wrote last week had reached a significant amount of readers and views. Nothing could prepare me for the sad reality I was about to face as I was opening the comment section. Selena Gomez, a free spirit, an inspiring and empowering woman of 28 years of age, was not seen as the great person she is. Far from it, she was defined by the amount of relationship she had in her life. </p><p>'Slut', 'she didn't waste any time', 'she's a home-wrecker', 'nothing can stop her from getting a man'... The list goes on. Speechless, I went through the comments section trying to understand what had happened. </p><p><br /></p><p>What really shocked me wasn't only the fact that every opinion was unambiguous, but the fact that when it comes to a man, the rules don't apply. While a single, free, sexually active, and unapologetic woman is, to the general opinion, a whore; a single, free, sexually active and, unapologetic man is just the sexiest man alive. Why? When women have to apologize for their behaviors, men just have to be themselves. The example is simple. Leonard Dicaprio, serial lover, notorious bachelor, and respectable owner of one Oscar has had not less than 14 relationships. No need to add that the actor is known not only for his dedication for the future of our planet, but also for his passion for Victoria's Secret models, and young women half his age. On the other end, Selena Gomez, singer, actress, committed and accessible, has shared the life of 10 men and has been single for two years. On one side, there's a bachelor, not even bashed once for dating girls way younger than the actor; on the other side, there's a younger girl, that keeps getting headlines for starting a new relationship when she was supposed to stay with the Biebs. What the actual f*ck? </p><p><br /></p><p>Who actually cares? </p><p><br /></p><p>The idea was not to compare, nor highlight the fact that the singer has had quite the numbers of conquests. It was just a picture of how Selena Gomez had found love more than once, and how beautiful it is. </p><p>But then, there it was, the only comment that was determined to set my heart, and my anger, on fire. From a wave of insults, Ophelie typed: 'Why don't we ask the editor of the page to list her relationships as well, so she can see how it goes?'. Was she talking about me? She was. </p><p>So as I typed my answers to Manon, Camille, Martine, Josephine, and then Ophelie... I couldn't help but wonder: 'why is it acceptable to judge a woman based on her past relationships when we swoon in front of a man relationships?'. No one was bitching about Leo, Brad, Zac, or Ryan's former flames. No. Every eye was turned to Miley, Ariana, Selena, and Taylor. </p><p><br /></p><p>The reality was brutal. Never have I ever, in my 26 years of living, been confronted to the concept of slut-shaming. I had heard about it, sure, but did I think that in 2020, people were still slut-shaming women for the way they dressed, the way they behaved, or the person they loved? No way. But there it was, the frightening signs that our society is run by a 90 years old man, who believes that women are forever pure, virgin, and respectable. The most disturbing thoughts arrived when I realized that modern females were commenting on this article, insulting one of theirs. How is slut-shaming still a thing? In a world where this is our bodies, our choice, where women's rights are human rights, where we demand equality, where black lives matter, and he for her, how does slut-shaming can have its place? It doesn't. But as long as a right-minded person will believe that the values of our society are still the same as the 1960s, slut-shaming is always going to be there. It is our job, and the job of future generations, to believe in new values, to believe in freedom, equality, and to believe that everyone is free to live his/her life as he/she wants. </p><p><br /></p><p>So please, Ophelie, if you're reading this, I would be more than happy to share the very very very very very short list of my past relationships, only if it shows how every person I've been with has changed my life for the better or the worst, and not translate as a picture of how prude or how slutty I am, as a woman.</p><p> </p><p>Talk to you later. </p><p><br /></p><p>Elsa. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-64944412502994992002020-05-03T09:00:00.000+02:002020-05-03T09:00:12.829+02:00We share everything! But do we really? Earlier this year, as I was having dinner with my boyfriend, I told him about how proud I was to have lasted <b>27 days without spending any money </b>(on clothes at least...). I couldn't keep up the good work for 3 more days because as a fashion editor, let's face it, it's a miracle to spend a week without buying something you've put on five 'must-have' selections.<br />
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Historically speaking, to say one's woman money is her partner, would make us<b> go back to the 60s</b>. <b>It wasn't until 1965, that women, finally, at least in France, were allowed to open to their own bank accounts </b>without the approval of their husband. This law voted in France marked the beginning of freedom for women, who didn't have to rely on their husbands. </div>
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In a relationship for over 5 years now, my boyfriend and I have always joked about the fact that <b>we shared everything, including money.</b> Of course, this was particularly valid, when we shared money as long as it affected his bank account, rather than mine. In fact, for the first couple of years, our relationship relied on his ability to work and get paid, while I was still at school, not financially independent. When I first started to work, our dates and other outgoings still relied on him, since he was making more than I did, three times more, to be exact. </div>
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Being a young, financially dependent women, money was a surreal concept for me. Although I didn't grow up with loaded parents, throwing money at me like a spoiled child, my parents reasonably responded positively to my shopping demands, when needed. I wasn't spoiled nor wasn't to pity, I was the normality. A kid that could ask for something to her parents, that would grant or not her wishes. You could be sure that if my mother sensed that my wish to have yet another Barbie doll was unreasonable and absurd, she'll just let me cry my eyeballs out until I moved on and realized she was actually right. </div>
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Getting into an argument about it, he couldn't understand how my money had to be all mine when we were supposed to share everything. When I don't lecture him about the fact that he's bought yet another pair of sneakers when our wall still needs some decoration, I couldn't figure out why he was so upset, okay upset may be a strong word, let's say, annoyed about the fact that I bought a stupid pair of pants. At the end of the day, my money is mine first before it has to belong to anyone else. As part of my freedom and my rights as a woman, my money is mine until I decide to do whatever I want to do with it. My money and well as other sensitive topics, concern my happiness and my rules. </div>
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Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-91965711638583617462020-05-02T16:46:00.004+02:002022-10-04T20:56:10.730+02:00Cardigan is the new blackRemember when you would go out and your mother would always say before you'd head to the door in your cute tank top: 'did you take a jacket?', 'wear a sweater, it's cold outside', 'don't forget your cardigan, you don't want to catch a cold'?<br />
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Do you still hear her voice now as an adult whenever you step outside? Thinking how you should have listened to your mom, even though she has stopped reminding you to add layers to your look after the 258th time you rolled your eyes at her.<br />
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Well, guess what? Cardigans are back and they are in. If growing up, you thought those cute little buttoned-up jumpers were more practical than trendy, now as an adult, you can say they are definitely part of the must-have type of pieces. Who knew our grand mother's favorite piece of fashion would the number one trend that everyone is dreaming to get their hands on?<br />
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I'm not the one to judge honestly. I love and have always loved a good old cardigan. The way they fit around your bust and make a simple outfit look great. They've been my best friends for a million years, although I didn't like, and still don't like, to pair my cardigan with a dress. I'm sorry but too much of the granny looks for me.<br />
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And now more than ever, cardigans have been my favorite thing to wear. With a tank top, a matching sweater top, a t-shirt, or nothing underneath but a lacy bra, paired with jeans, or a satin skirt, they are the easiest fashion item to wear, especially when you don't feel like dressing up. Their buttoned-up looks are always so flattering for the décolleté, making it a sexy, chic, and casual piece. A must-have, as I said.<br />
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If <a href="https://www.stories.com/en_eur/index.html">&Other Stories</a> has undeniably the best selection when it comes to cardigans, the price range may through you off. But to the rescue, there's <a href="https://www.zara.com/fr/">Zara</a>, which has amazingly updated their collection with pastel tone and soft cardigan, with embroidery or matching cami top, bralette, or shorts. But the original trendsetter, the one behind the whole Katies Holmes street style extravaganza is the brand <a href="https://khaite.com/">Khaite</a>. Now ladies, be prepared because as trendy and beautiful this New-York based brand is, it is on the most pricy side. <a href="https://palomawool.com/">Paloma Wool</a> has also a well-curated selection, perfect for those social-distancing times. Might as well call your banker right now and let him or her know that there's going to be some damage to your account.<br />
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<br />Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-48336159576624935302020-04-26T21:23:00.004+02:002020-05-02T20:21:12.818+02:00How Staying at Home made me feel less confidentOn a sunny Sunday afternoon, as I was ready to enjoy yet another day staying safe at home, scrolling through Instagram turned out to be the worst mistake I could do. Pictures of people enjoying their social-distancing quarantine, having great healthy breakfasts, wearing nothing but shorts and bras, working out every chance they get. As I was there, laying on the couch, wearing my old pajamas I hadn't left in two days, I was wondering if even during a pandemic, there was a good way to stay at home.<br />
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I wish I had read what I’m about to write. I wish someone had shared their story about how difficult it is to love and accept yourself and your body in such difficult times. But as I scrolled through the dark woods of Instagram, I realized that no one would share anything but photographs of how they’re enjoying this time of self-preservation and self-care. <br />
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As I was trying to navigate through the fact that Instagram isn't real life, I got a daily reminder that no I wasn't enjoying this quarantine like I should be. When my days were resumed to waking up, work, coffee, lunch, work, dinner, TV, I had the weird sense that I should be doing more. <br />
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If feeling bad about my lack of productivity wasn't enough, looking at myself in the mirror was not an easy task to do. The whole no-makeup look that I imposed on my face, and the lack of flat belly and slim legs, were screaming unflattering and I started to believe it. <br />
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Forcing myself to wake up early, work out, and find other activities to occupy my time off work, skipping meals, not eating when I was hungry, I was back to my old habits. After 30 days of daily yoga practice, I thought that everything was going to change. I was ready to feel better about myself, slimmer, happier, less-stressed... Better. But none of this happened, I still had this feeling of self-loathing cause all I could see was the way people were living their social-distancing, happily and positively. </div>
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I felt heavy, empty, loathing the way I look and hating the way I felt. I refused to stay in pajamas any longer. I didn't understand how people were able to do so much while stuck at home, or how they had the energy to accomplish the simple act of getting dressed. I didn't feel depressed, I was annoyed. Annoyed to have to stay inside, negative as I've never felt before, tired and lazy. </div>
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I quickly realized that my staying home didn't have to be the same stay as other people. I found peace in activities that made me happy. I found happiness in small gestures and a daily routine that was respectful of me, on my own terms. I got back on the right track, and find joy in those times of social-distancing. It took me 30 days, but at least I got some kind of confidence back. </div>
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Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-13750659363872648432020-04-25T23:57:00.001+02:002020-04-26T21:23:58.527+02:00Why I'm aiming to have the style of Zoë Kravitz in High FidelityCool girl alert. I repeat. Cool-girl alert! This is me, late to the whole game, appreciating <a href="https://www.pinterest.fr/search/pins/?q=zoe%20kravitz&rs=typed&term_meta[]=zoe%7Ctyped&term_meta[]=kravitz%7Ctyped">Zoë Kravitz</a>'s style in the Hulu series '<b>High Fidelity</b>'. If the already made fashion icon has nothing to prove to the fashion sphere, her character in this 2020 TV show adds up to the fact that she's the true casual style queen. Let me explain.<br />
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When a global pandemic turns into a 'staying-home dream come true' situation, you have no other choice to run straight into a binge-watching session of all the new shows you've missed these past few months.<br />
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If social-distancing was the worst nightmare someone could imagine, after the first few weeks, I did realize it was the best thing that could happen for catching up on spring cleaning, reading, blogging, online not-spending-anything-shopping and TV shows everyone talked about approximately three months ago.<br />
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Apart from the undeniable fact that 'High Fidelity' is an addictive and modern reality on relationships in the 21st century, and has the sickest playlist, you'll ever listen to while watching a new series, it's also a masterpiece when it comes to casual, no brainer, trendy, cool-girl material fashion.<br />
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For the last hundred years, leave it to Carrie Bradshaw to be the cool-girl inspiration you needed, before being cruelly replaced by Blair Waldorf, Rachel Green, and more recently the whole gang from the Bold Type. Beware, girls, a new icon is in town, and she's been invading the streets of iconic style for quite some time. </div>
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It's not new information that Zoë Kravitz, daughter of the king of music Lenny Kravitz and queen of boho-chic style, Lisa Bonet, is the true style icon. If it's in her vein to have such a trendy look, I mean, it's called heritage, Zoë keeps on giving the fashion inspiration you never knew you needed. From the streets of New York City to her discrete and private wedding in Paris, Zoë has nothing more to prove to climb up to the top of the amazing style pyramid. </div>
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High Fidelity is the adaptation of the eponym book by author Nick Hornby, which was adapted in 2000 in a movie with legendary John Cuzak in the main role, taken by Zoë Kravitz in this series adaptation. As she goes through yet another rough break-up, Rob, music affectionado, and record shop owner, navigates through the ghost of her past-relationship to find out what went wrong. </div>
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Modern, contemporary, edgy and yet casual, Zoë's style in the series is effortless and low-maintenance, mainly composed by vintage band t-shirts, the trusty Levi's jeans, a long leather coat, and occasionally Hawaïan inspired looking shirts. </div>
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Melancholic, nostalgic, romantic to some extent, deeply dramatic and realistic. Words that could describe the show as well as Rob's character. Her style is classic for the cool-girl style, cute dresses, short school girl type of skirt, paired with t-shirts, cardigans that could have belonged to your grandmother, and classic loafers with sports socks as the cherry on top of classy, stylish looks. On some occasions, she'll throw a pair of sweatpants, a must-have in our times of Coronavirus, making-it the most fashionable piece we currently own. Never underestimate the power of sweatpants. Let's all thank High Fidelity for the reminder. </div>
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When sportswear meets chic, edgy meets casual, you end with the most inspirational looks you can find during a pandemic. </div>
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If the series is a must-watch, Zoë Kravits's wardrobe adds-up to the fact that High Fidelity must be one of the greatest shows of 2020. </div>
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Fitted where you expect jeans to fit, flattering as ever, and trendy and elegant as you would dream a good pair of pants would be. How could those jeans be such a pain for my crotch? Pressuring this sensible and intimate area and making me wonder if jeans have to be uncomfortable for you to look good in them?<br />
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Searching for the perfect jeans has never been an easy quest. After years of trying on every fit of jeans that were brought into the world, I was starting to think that maybe jeans were not for my silhouette. I gave up happily after trying to fit my hips into an oh-so iconic Levi's 501. Not for me. I was about to pay my respect to the end of what felt like an endless search when I found the adequate jeans for my big hips, considerable behind and small waist: the bootcut.<br />
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But the talk about the bootcut and the flared jeans would be for another time. My question is: do jeans really have to be uncomfortable to be flattering?<br />
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Trying to fit your butt in this thick all-cotton item, you would know that unless you buy a worn-out vintage pair, it is not an easy task. Trust me, I did find out the hard way. For jeans to be a total delight to wear, you would need some good old 'elastane' in it. But elastane is not good for jeans, and definitely not good for the planet. If you want your jeans to be stretchy AF after two days and one trip to the washing machine go for it. But if you want to strike for quality and sustainability, cotton is the best option to go for.<br />
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And when your figures look this good in the mirror, and your legs so perfectly highlighted, how can you question the power of good jeans?<br />
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Now with my crotch area still traumatized by this oh-so good looking jeans, I'm still wondering if this is all worth it? Does beauty really is pain? I guess it depends on how much you're ready to suffer to look good in jeans.<br />
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<br />Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-76353215921492766072020-03-16T18:45:00.002+01:002023-02-20T22:05:39.656+01:00To buy or not to buy : the Gucci tights dilemmaEenie Meenie miny mo, should the Gucci tights be wrapped around my toe? Or should they just stay where they are, on the legs on everything fashionistas in town?<br />
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<span face=""arial" , sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 14px;">I can still hear the judgemental voices of all my friends, fellow fashion addicts, and boyfriend asking 'aren't you afraid they're gonna get ripped?' or 'are you insane buying a pair of $90 tights?'. I apologize, people... And I'm sorry to say that Instagram won. And the crazy amount of posts, photos, and displays my eyes have laid on have successfully worked, to the great despair of my bank account. My money, my choice.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 14px;">Now, how did those particular tights became such a trendy piece to have? Gucci tights have been around for a while now, crawling their way into the skinny legs of every fashionista out there. As soon as the frisky days arrived, and it's time to cover our legs before they turn purple or blue, the Gucci tights find their way back to the fashionable streets. </span><br />
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Growing up I wasn't very fond of amusement parks, although I grew a big love for Disneyland, land of magic and wonderfulness, I would rather sit on a bench minding the bag packs and all, than fear from my life, and my lunch on some crazy rides. I guess you could say that I was the nerd and afraid of everything kid. In fact, if you insist on going with the stereotypes and other clichés, I was the kid with glasses and braces, with absolutely no style. Anyway, what was I writing about... Amusement park! </div>
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I now understand what I was missing out, and oh boy the high waves of regrets that come rushing through my soul and my mind... All those years in California, Massachusetts, Canada, Virginia, whatever, spent on a bench, watching people having actual fun while I was having my own fun to be fair watching people while eating my hot dogs, drinking my Diet Coke, minding as always not only my own business but also the bags of people that weren't even my friends... See? Regrets right there! Bittersweet regrets... </div>
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As I was fully aware of all those years of missed fun, I was ready to make up for this loss, big loss, of amusement. Bring it on, people! We made our minds up for Universal Studio, a first for my boyfriend and I. Our hopes were high and we were expecting a long day of running around, excited just like kids. What we were not ready for was the sun and the fire that was in our head because it was so fricking hot. We had a lot of fun though, and the fact that we didn't take any camera with us to film, was even more resourceful if I may say. We just enjoyed the moment, we enjoyed our presence, and the fun we were having. </div>
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We were amazed by the place in itself, so huge, amazing, we were just kids caught in the moment, running everywhere, screaming how wonderful it was to be here, and witnessing how lucky we were for being in this park. Two kids in love. We wandered around the empty streets of every neighborhood, look at every building, fake houses and just experience the magic of this place. It was out of space, just like stepping into the movies we have watched growing up (or not). We couldn't stop our surprise and the waves of emotions coming at us every time we would see a different world. </div>
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We were wild, we were free and so in love. We were catching up on our childhood. All those things our parents wouldn't let us do when we were just children, we decided to take part in. We went on all the rides, the scariest ones, and the silly ones. The day was a day of endless fun. We ate all the foods our parents wouldn't have allowed to eat. We bought the crazies expensive stuff just for the sake of it. We weren't reasonable, we were adults behaving like kids in charge. It was messy, regrettable on the next day but so much fun. We had hot dogs for lunch and a big bag of chips, huge sugary drinks, and even had donuts for dinner. We were unstoppable. </div>
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We made friends with fake characters, we met our idols that have passed away a long time ago. I finally got my pictures with Marilyn Monroe and stole a donut from the... I don't remember his name... We kept our mind open for fun activities even if it meant waiting an hour and a half to get soaking wet or taking part in a hit and run.<br />
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We flew over Hogwart, twice, turned into minions, saved Springfield, and ran away from the Mommy, as well as zombies, which was even scarier than what I thought it would be. In fact, I knew it was a mistake as soon as we stepped into the Walking Dead "ride", I ended up crying in the middle of the trail begging for the security to let me go through the emergency exit. We also escaped from a hungry dinosaur, obviously fake but still scary and unexpected, as we stepped out soaking wet. I was a long day, a fun day, worth it and full of unforgettable memories. </div>
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We went overboard with the sugar, so excited during the day, but hitting our pillows going over our days as soon as we got home. We kept our memories in our minds and memory cards, and donuts in the fridge. We were full with joy fueling our energy. Overall, we were so happy for this little getaway, a bit disappointed over the redundancy of the rides, which don't come with any surprises at the end because they're all a majority of virtual reality. </div>
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I've never felt quite at peace in nature. As a child, I used to identify as a city kid, who's never thought that I could fit outside a concrete jungle. Raised in the suburb, I was in the middle, not quite the cool kid who's grown up between tall buildings and lined up of cars, and far from the dreamy girl raised in the fields as the playground. I was average, and I've always felt average, not pretty, not as intelligent as some of the others, not as creative, and certainly not as brave. I was fearful, mostly alone, but surely a dreamer. </div>
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But then growing up, I was becoming more in peace with the air I was breathing in, more aware of what was around me. I'd always think I would leave for bigger dreams, in a bigger place, where you can feel even more alone as you've ever felt, surrounded by running people, people on the rush, people that would never stop to stare at something. I was left behind, as I was waiting for the subway each and every day, I contemplated people rushing and pushing, every single day. I didn't fit in, I didn't feel the same urge to rush.<br />
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My mind travels, my body stays still, but my dreams rush through my blood and my veins. I'm driven by spontaneous thoughts, rushed by some unachievable dreams, but I keep going. I found myself happy in the shine of the lights, I feel the peaceful air running through the wind that touches my skin, and I breathe in the colors of the sky. I'm here but my mind is away, I try to listen to people when they speak, but all I can hear is sounds when my head is somewhere else. I go through every thought I have: silly ones, serious ones. I'm selfish, but I'm a dreamer, I'm generous and I'm a giver.<br />
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And I stand in the light, warmed up by the sun, lighted up by the sky, I live. Breathing in and breathing out. My naturality rises and I'm filled with joy. In the shadow hidden from people, touched by some rays of the sun. I walk in the garden, I wander around, exploring and filling my heart with anything that's not anxiety. For a minute, I allow myself to forget, and all I think about is the moment. And the minute I step outside this dream, I come back to reality, and all my thoughts are turned to stress and wishes to go back to a place, where my mind can wander and escape. A little getaway, my safe haven away from the trouble and the noise. </div>
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I'm not a child of nature, not a wild person, I'm a calm person, I stare at the chaos of some people and do not approach it. I'm a free spirit, driven by some crazy impulses, but it's the spontaneity that brings the best in people. Some of the best are the unpredictable ones. I long for those ones, they bring the best memories, souvenirs stuck in our heads forever that we will cherish for our time being. Someday, we'll drive for hours, not knowing where we will go but we'll stop once we'll have figured it out. On that day, we'll stare at the infinity and lied in the sun until it sets. It will be a good day, just like all the other ones, and we will remember it, just like we did with all those days filled with happiness. </div>
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Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0San Diego, Californie, États-Unis32.715738 -117.1610838000000331.861779000000002 -118.45197730000002 33.569697000000005 -115.87019030000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-72507211404831636522017-10-03T23:25:00.002+02:002017-10-03T23:25:50.908+02:00Jenny Rose in the DesertHey there,<br />
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I'm floating in the air. No, I'm not crazy, just yet, but it's the feeling that struck me when I stepped out of the car. On the road to Sequoia National Park, in the middle of the desert, straight lines, an infinity of rocks and pure emptiness. Then, a gas station and the most out of space dinner, straight out of a time machine. It takes you back to the seventies as soon as you step inside this very welcoming air-conditioned restaurant. Very much touristic, but heart-warming, a bit scary and hilarious. But we'll talk about that later.<br />
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We were not here for Peggy Sue this time. As we stopped at the gas station in the middle of nowhere, I was gasping for air, I needed to step into this hot desert, I needed to feel a thousand degrees, air, something real. I stepped out of the car, and as I walked away from the gas station, I stood in front of the opposite of Peggy Sues's dinner. The competition that didn't handle it. Jenny Rose Restaurant. All I saw was dirt, a mess, sadness, emptiness, and retro feels. Left alone in the desert was this blue space, surrounded by windows, everything in its place as if it was just closed for the day.<br />
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You couldn't have figured that it was abandoned if it wasn't for the dirt. I wanted to go in and play pretend. I wanted to dance around the tables, eat a burger in the desert facing a gas station in the middle of Nevada. Or was it California? Did we cross the borders? Lost in translation, lost in space. It felt like a different decade, only the emptiness took us back. The funniest part of traveling around and road tripping is the wandering around. Stopping where you didn't intend to stop, stare at what you wouldn't have stared if you followed the guide, and wander at the wonder of what the State has to offer.<br />
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There was not much about this place, not much inside it except for some tables and chairs piled on top of each other, left behind. Maybe it wasn't abandoned, after all, maybe the owners were just on a break. We'll never know the story behind this big blue building facing the gas station in the middle of nowhere. Big, blue and beautiful, no matter how empty this place was, it could have been filled with memories and stories to tell, and you could imagine everything by just looking through the dirty glass of the windows. You could see the people talking, the waitress running around, and the kids playing. You could feel the soul of this place, probably closed for years. I felt happy to stand there and sad to leave this place. After all, all this place has known is goodbyes and I was yet another one to leave it, except that I hadn't got the chance to experience it. </div>
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We've heard about ghost towns through our time on the roads of California, and although we've seen a few empty places, we've never heard about ghost places. What happened to a shop once it stops existing? We hear the stories of the cities that everyone left for some reason, we embarked on guide tours about some old town known for its gold mine and ghost stories. What about those buildings embraced by souvenirs, so many thoughts, so many discussions that have touched it, and so many lives that have crossed it? What happened to Jenny Rose? As the big neon heart sign circling the Jenny Rose sign was up in the air, still welcoming visitors and tourists on the parking lot of the gas station, Jenny Rose has officially closed its eyes and doors for no longer hearing stories and warming people's heart. </div>
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I put down my pen today and leave my stories on the side for a much more beauty appropriate post. I haven't written for so long on this blog that I haven't even said that I have officially started a career in the beauty world. Well... you can't really call it a career. For now, I'm just accumulating experiences as an intern. Back in January, I was interning for the brand <a href="https://www.ohmycream.com/"><b>Oh My Cream</b></a>, which really taught me a lot about cosmetics, the good products for my skin, the best routine to adopt etc. I've learned that I have combination skin, with lots of dehydration, and that my skin is acne prone, which I did know already. My vision on skincare has really changed but I've been so selfish not to share it. The truth is, even though I have changed my routine, my skin hasn't followed along and my acne got worst for the last six months. </div>
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I've learned that I should let go of my micellar water for good because it was the cause of many sensibilities and the reason your skin would not get better because it actually harms the skin instead of protecting it. I've been taught that I should take off my makeup with oil, cleanse my skin with a cleansing gel, exfoliate with a soft exfoliation powder; tone with a serum and hydrate with oil. So I did for 6 months, switching products every two months or so because my skin wasn't accommodating so well. And then the wake-up call... </div>
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My skin has cleared up a bit after the third time I've changed my routine, but my acne got really worse two weeks before my brother's wedding. I lost all my confidence, and I was beginning to accept the fact that I wasn't going to clear my acne before the wedding. But then my co-worker came to the rescue and told me that the reason my skin was getting so bad, was probably because I've developed an allergy to face oil. My skin didn't react well to it, and it began to make sense as my acne has been worse since I've joined <a href="https://www.ohmycream.com/"><b>Oh My Cream</b></a>. </div>
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So once again I've changed my routine just in time for my 3 weeks vacation to California. I've switched my makeup removal oil for a micellar water under a gel texture, all natural, with no harm to the skin. I've kept my cleansing gel but switched for a much softer one, and I've let go of my face oil for a much more hydrating and repairing cream, which could treat the dryness of my cheeks and the spots and scars on the rest of my face. I now work as an intern for Birchbox and I can now say that my skin has gotten much better and if you're a little creep that wants to zoom on my photos, you can see that my skin is actually clear even though I am obviously wearing makeup. </div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">I take off my makeup at night with the <a href="https://www.ohmycream.com/products/gelee-micellaire-eau-florale-de-bleuet"><b>Patyka Micellar Gel</b></a>, but since I ran out of it during our vacation in sunny California, I now use the <a href="http://www.sephora.com/beste-tm-jelly-cleanser-P419465"><b>Drunk Elephant Cleansing Gel</b></a>, which I found at Sephora US and really love. They both take the makeup off really efficiently but I would say the <b>Drunk Elephant</b> gel is better at it. Although the <b>Patyka</b>'s texture is much more refreshing and nice on the skin, the <b>Drunk Elephant</b> leaves the skin nice and soft. I also love the foaming effect of the <b>Drunk Elephant</b> gel once you add water. However, the composition is much cleaner for the <b>Patyka Micellar Gel.</b></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">I cleanse my face day and night with the <a href="https://www.ohmycream.com/products/cleansing-gel-gel-nettoyant?variant=39874286276"><b>Susanne Kaufmann Cleansing Gel</b></a>, which I really love the smell and the soft texture. I love how my skin feels fresh and glowy after I use this. I also use the <a href="https://www.ohmycream.com/products/rosa-centifolia-gel-nettoyant-visage"><b>Ren Rose Centifolia Cleansing Gel</b></a>, which has a really soft action on the skin but really cleanses the skin. </li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Once every 2 or 3 days, I exfoliate my skin with the <a href="https://www.ohmycream.com/products/daily-superfoliant"><b>Dermalogica Daily Superfoliant</b></a>, which is "the bomb" for a Photoshop look. It takes off the dead cells on the skin and leaves it so radiant and soft. It doesn't harm the skin, it hasn't increased my acne or my scars. In fact, it has helped remove them. Definitely the best exfoliant I have ever used! </li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">I apply the <a href="https://birchbox.fr/marques/garancia-2/elixir-du-marabout"><b>Garancia Elixir du Marabout</b></a> serum, which I have talked about before on the blog. It is seriously amazing to treat imperfections, nothing beats this. Although the <a href="https://www.ohmycream.com/products/blemish-treatment-gel"><b>Grown Alchemist Blemish Gel Treatment</b></a> was also a great use on a more local scale.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">For moisturizing, I now use at night the <a href="https://www.ohmycream.com/products/clearcalm-3-gel-creme-rehydratant"><b>Ren Skincare Clearcalm 3 Rehydrating Cream</b></a>, which has the greatest action on my skin to treat my oiliness and dryness, and my imperfections. The texture is a bit rich, which scared me at first, but it has helped my skin so much! </li>
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We knew we would love Venice Beach. Everyone kept telling us about how awesome this place was. And I simply believed them because although Los Angeles was impressing before we left, Venice felt more welcoming. Venice was so refreshing and it was weird to realize we were still in Los Angeles. Different neighborhood, same city, same state. California was full of surprises and Los Angeles was just as well. </div>
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Even the air is different in Venice. We were so far from this warm and almost unbreathable air. We could feel the wind on our faces and we could smell the salt water in our hair. It was just as I imagined, but it was also like I've been there before. I've never been to Los Angeles before, I saw too many pictures, so many movies about this city. Venice was no exception. Every day you see this place on a screen and when you finally get to meet it in person, you are still mesmerized. It's its authenticity, the genuine welcoming vibe, the sun shining through the palm trees. It was incredible. We could have stood there for hours, just contemplating at the artsy buildings, or the waves coming and going on the beach. We felt like we belonged, we felt like we should spend the rest of our life here. </div>
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We didn't start the day at Venice. Our only regret was to not even spend a full day there. We spent the morning Downtown L.A, which was a must see, but we didn't feel like we've seen what we came for. We were expecting much. Funny enough, we came to Los Angeles with the idea that everything was going to be impressing, everything was going to be all sparkles in the eyes and glitters in the sky. Hollywood and Beverly Hills were fulfilling our expectations, but Downtown L.A was a bit of a disappointment. But our expectations were set too high for this city and we should have stayed on the ground. We eventually did, as soon as we stepped outside of the car in Venice.</div>
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Actually, we didn't even step outside our car in Venice Beach. We parked nearby Abbot Kinney Boulevard. The "hipster" area, the neighborhood where they allegedly charged you $10 for a coffee. Well, we did get lemonades for $4 each. We found it reasonable especially for the size of the lemonade. We walked on this boulevard, so different from Rodeo Drive, more laid back and welcoming, but still a bit high end. We walked through Venice houses, cute beach house so far from the beach but still warm and cozy. We found our way to the Venice canals, and it felt like a mix of Amsterdam meets Venice. It was still so unique, we wanted to picture ourselves living there by the water, with a boat in the garden.</div>
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We walked on a beach, carrying our shoes in our hand, feeling the sand under our toes, and the rays of the sunshine on our face. It wasn't that hot, it felt nice. We walked until our feet met the sea. First time for him, his toes touching the Pacific Ocean. Second time for me, having the cold water tickling my feet again. It was nice to meet up again with this ocean. The air felt good. We stood there, and walked on the wet sand, having the water coming and going under our toes until we couldn't go straight anymore. We walked to Muscle Beach, contemplated people with more motivation than I will never have, doing push ups, or climbing a tree. We made our way to Venice Boardwalk, meeting surfers and teenagers rolling on skateboards. And we did the most spontaneous thing of this trip... We rented bikes, which was an unusual experience for me. American bikes are just like America... Giant. </div>
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It felt like being in a movie. Surreal and dreamy, biking along Venice Boardwalk. As touristy as it seems, there's nothing more local for me than to experience a part of a city on a bike. We loved Venice, we loved the ride on the bikes, kind of a love/hate relationship for myself really, but it was good memories to reminisce in the future. Once we had given back the bikes, we headed back to the car, we took a different path, passing more art, different houses, and new people. It was a short fifteen minutes walk, a much-needed one to talk about what we've just experienced. </div>
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We've never expected how Los Angeles can be so different. Each area of this huge city is unique in so many ways. You walk through similar neighborhoods, but they have a different soul in the air. We didn't even think about how big this city was. Having to drive 40 minutes every time we wanted to see something, walk somewhere, visit... was unexpected. When you grown up in a country or even a city when the easiest way to go somewhere is to take the train for less than 20 minutes, and then you move to a town when you just have to walk to go wherever you want to go, everything that will take longer or will demand a different kind of transportation is surprising. We weren't angry about it, it didn't change we saw the city, we didn't complain. Because it was worth it, and I like to remind myself that. Everything was worth it. </div>
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Downtown L.A was not a breath of fresh air. Let's be honest, it was suffocating but not in a bad way. It felt like we were actually in a different place. We have left Los Angeles and stepped into an old New York City. Yes! That was it, that's what it felt like: a 50's vibe New York City. Every corner, every building was stepping from another dimension. The old cinemas, the old signs, the fire escapes, the big windows, the old bricks buildings... every thing was still there. Except that it had changed, and the old spots where you could see the letters announcing a movie or a concert were replaced by letters from names like Urban Outfitters. It was like 2017 met 1955. A culture shock. Everything could have been black and white.</div>
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Then you have the skyscraper string so high in the sky it hurt your eyes just to stare at them. A whole park with only tall glass buildings, with the windows which feel like mirrors. Each building reflects into another one with the sun and the clouds. Suddenly it's all that you see, clouds, skyscrapers and the sun. You have officially transported yourself into another dimension, it feels like you have your head in the clouds. Except, you are well grounded on earth, and it's only your head that looks up. The only thing that made us realized we weren't really in New York City was the fact that it wasn't all a concrete jungle. Downtown L.A only has a small concentration of building, all in one place. Like the outcast, the intellectual working while the hills have fun. </div>
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We had fun walking through this city, having lunch in a crowded interior alley that was as hot as the subway on a hot day in Paris. We felt like true tourists among the locals with camera in our hands. But we loved it. Grand Central Market was the breath of fresh air, with the alley that gives you so much choice, you don't even know what to choose, but you end up sitting at a bar, eating a bagel with pickles on the sides, talking with the waitress that will perform at a stand up that same night. It felt so nice to talk with people, and eat even though it was 100 degrees in there because it was real and it was genuine.</div>
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We didn't stay long downtown because we found the atmosphere a bit weird. The streets weren't crowded, it was the opposite. It felt like we were the only ones left in this world. We would walk through empty streets for two blocks. Even when we were heading to the museum's avenue, the most touristic place, we were surprised to find no one... We were not going to complain about the situation because it was nice to have the city all to ourselves. We loved it, it made us appreciate the city even more. We met the authentic Los Angeles, the empty and genuine city of angels. </div>
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We loved a few things about this trip downtown but our favorite was The Broad. Although it was not officially opened according to our guide, we still found our way in. We waited 40 minutes outside because free entrance doesn't necessarily mean "anyone can go in at any time". And we hoped the inside was worth the wait. When we finally went it, we found ourselves standing in front of amazing pieces of modern art that felt somehow so similar. Social medias are an amazing thing, isn't? It spoils the surprise and you see online whatever you want to see in real life. Sometimes, even when you try your best to live your life for real, and not live it through a screen, you can't... Whatever, because even a screen can mess the feelings you have when you stand in front of giant colorful tulips. So jokes on you Instagram because I was still mesmerized by everything in the Broad!</div>
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It was a quick visit but we loved the photographs on the walls, the golden Michael Jackson, the fresco that surrounds a whole room, the dinner table for giants, and the feminist memos. It was definitely worth the wait. It felt like the Moma but in smaller. You don't have to run or walk from room to room, with a pain in your back or in your feet. Everything is gathered into one big level. You run, you walk fast because you want to see everything. You don't want to miss anything. Every wall, every picture, every piece. It's Christmas, well the excitement on Christmas day. Art is so beautiful and worth to share and worthy of admiration, it's simply mesmerizing. </div>
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<br />Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0Los Angeles, Californie, États-Unis34.0522342 -118.243684933.2099567 -119.5345784 34.8945117 -116.95279140000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-87616463771662266282017-08-06T20:48:00.000+02:002017-08-06T20:51:13.855+02:00City of StarsHey there,<br />
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When I thought of Los Angeles, I thought about stars, not the celebrities kind of stars, not the walk of fame, and certainly not the kind of stars you see in the sky when it's clear. The kind of stars you have in your eyes when you step into a dreamy place, and you have so many hopes and expectations about your life here. But when I first walked into the streets of Los Angeles, I saw broken dreams and fake stars, a parade of money, excess and expensive things, a bit of rudeness and sadness, and I was not so impressed. </div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">I saw empty stores, hundreds of people in the streets, broken signs and empty streets. I saw the sad parts of Los Angeles before I saw the good ones. But It made me appreciate even more this trip. I gained sympathy for the city of stars, not out of pity, but not based on a good start I'll admit... As the days went by I grew a sort of love for this city... Because as I said to a friend when describing the city: "every street, every neighborhood is unique and worthy of admiration". What struck me was the importance of art and graphics. It's both beautiful and mesmerizing. </span><br />
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Every wall is painted, and I believe it embellishes the city and makes it so beautiful, and worthy of the time you take to wander around. Every step you take in this city, it's like you're in a movie. Add music to your ears, and you'll have your soundtrack. My boyfriend has always asked me why I always listen to loud music. I didn't have any correct answers to give until I realized... When you listen to music with the volume so high, you can't hear anything else. The music isn't a background noise, it accompanies your thoughts and it becomes the soundtrack to your life. </div>
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Los Angeles is like a dream you don't want to wake up from, it mixes your worst nightmares or a few of them but it also gives you your happiest moments. You see so many pretty things, so unreal stuff, you keep asking yourself 'is this a dream?'. It's so weirdly pretty, so artistic, but then so empty. I thought it would be crowded but it wasn't. Although the touristic places were, the real streets, the ones with a strong culture, that actually live, weren't. I find it sad that we come for the historical spots, the famous ones, the most "<i>instagrammable</i>" ones. We leave alone the ones that are important to the locals. I guess that's what being a tourist is about, so that's okay. </div>
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I first thought that Los Angeles was pathetic, a city where it's all glitter and fake smiles, people showing off their cool cars, while people struggle on the streets. At some point, I felt overwhelmed by sadness. Then you see the art, the real smiles, you hear the laugh and you feel the happiness. People keep being nice to you and you feel like you belong. It's also nice, as contradictory as it sounds, to gather to the same touristic places, to watch a sunset. As cheesy and cliché as it seems, being gathered at the same place at the same time to watch the art of nature take form, it feels warm. There's a strong sense of community, and it feels nice. It reminds us that, at the end of the day, we are all together, we are the same and we could be united if we had to if we wanted to. Life can be so poetic and full of surprises sometimes, can't it? </div>
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So there it is the first story of our California Road Trip. I wanted to start with an article about my first personal impressions of Los Angeles, and how I changed my mind as soon as I saw all the lights shining at night, and the art on the streets, that you will see on a different post, and the community that gathers to watch an amazing sunset over the hollywood hills. </div>
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Elsa Lauronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673761036790585519noreply@blogger.com0Los Angeles, Californie, États-Unis34.0522342 -118.2436849-41.808645799999994 76.5219401 90 46.990690099999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401274658512414239.post-3588785678695458892017-07-30T18:00:00.000+02:002017-07-30T18:00:03.944+02:00On the RoadHey there,<br />
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Let's just acknowledge the fact that yes I have been missing here for awhile now. I took a long break from this blog because, to be honest, I didn't have anything to say. I didn't have any stories to tell, I didn't have any creative ideas to turn into articles for the blog, so I took a step back. But I am officially back, for God knows how long, and this time my creativity is back with me. Let's just hope that my ideas don't run away and stick with me while I take my time creating content.<br />
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If you follow me on Instagram, you'll know that I took a 3 weeks vacation to travel and do a road trip in California, with my boyfriend. 3 weeks on the road, that actually turned into a 3 months vacation if you count in social media time, because I am still posting. Why not though? My heart is still on vacation, my brain as well (you know... jet lag?) even if my body is back, but not ready to go back to work, just yet.</div>
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Our itinerary was simply a triangle; we'd leave Paris for a direct flight to Los Angeles, where we will stay in for 6 days, before driving for 4:30 hours to Las Vegas, which will be our home for 4 days, which one of those days would be spent in Grand Canyon. After those 3 nights in Fabulous Las Vegas, we would get back on the road for 3:30 hours to Three Rivers, which will be hosting us for a night. The next day, we would visit Sequoia National Park for 2 hours, before making our way to San Francisco. After a 4:30 hours drive we will arrive at Oakland for 7 days visiting San Francisco, Berkeley and Yosemite. Those 7 days passed, we'd drive back to Los Angeles, stoping at San Jose, Santa Cruz, Monterey and Big Sur on the road. For our final days in Los Angeles, we would spent a full day in Malibu before getting back on a plane to Paris CDG.</div>
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We planned this trip quite awhile ago, without even knowing we will actually do it. What started with "what ifs" ended up with "let's do it, let's go to California and leave for three weeks". In fact, when you talk so much about something you begin to actually want it. When you start planning a whole trip, it goes worse; you put ideas into your head, and what was planned for "when we're older" or "when we are settled in life" becomes "this summer". Because, who cares if we're young, still figuring things out, we have the time, and the energy, and at least some savings. As my father says "you don't take your money wherever you're going when you're dead, so better use it for something".</div>
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Yes, planning this whole trip was time consuming, and quickly got very expensive, which was unexpected for two young adults with no clue on how to plan a 3 weeks road trip in three different states. There were times when we wanted, well at least I did, to get out of this whole organisation. Witnessing that much money spent on a rental car, Airbnbs and activities, was scary. There was even a brief moment when I just stopped the organisation. I wanted out of it. The anxiety coming with this road trip was too much to handle. So I pressed pause and I thought "a little spontaneity has never killed anyone". Once we had our flight, hotels and car booked, there was obviously no turning back, so there was space for breathing and leave this trip alone for awhile. </div>
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I did regret this decision once we stepped into the US territory. We were left in the unknown, not knowing what was there to be seen or visited. I did plan our first week in Los Angeles and Las Vegas, but for the rest, it was blank space.</div>
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We bought book guides, which were relatively helpful, to some extents... They'll take you to the most crowded places, the most touristic streets, to take pictures that will be the same ones as this asian man travelling with his wife and kids. So sometimes, going with the flow is just as fun as waiting 15 minutes for your turn to take a picture under the Las Vegas sign.</div>
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What I like the most about this trip was to wander around empty streets, with no particular attraction. The street in itself was the attraction. I cherish the moments when we got lost in places, where there were no tourists to be seen within the next 5 miles (Yes, I do speak in miles and pounds now, and I did left with a bit of a Californian accent). Jokes aside, travelling is the best when walking turns into wandering.</div>
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Discovering a city for the first time is like dating someone. It's exciting and fun but it can be scary or disappointing. Well, I guess travelling is like that in general, isn't it? It was a wonderful adventure, which we left with memories that we will be forever thankful for. We are fully aware of the chance we have and will never take it for granted.</div>
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The trip was both damaging to our bank accounts and bodies, and rewarding to our minds and relationship. Although there were some things I wish would have been different, I wouldn't change anything. We spent lots of money, but it was mostly well spent, because we will definitely wear those 10 tee-shirts we bought in every cities we visited. We gained quite some weight, but let's be honest, America makes the best food, sometimes, at least the burgers and the donuts! But we saw so many landscapes, discovered so many things, and drove on roads we've never wished we will drive on one day. It was definitely worth it, it was the trip of a lifetime, one of them at least.</div>
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When I first started to write this blog post, I had just came back from Copenhagen. But you know being the unusual, not organized blogger that I am, I postponed the post, and I didn't have a chance to get back to it. However, I have still so much to say about our little weekend getaway to Denmark, that there's no way I'm giving up and moving on to other things, because let's be honest, I have no idea about what's coming next after the whole Copenhagen blog series.... Sorry</div>
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Copenhagen was so cold, we sure weren't prepared for this. When we left France for our Copenhagen getaway, it was cold, but okay cold, not freezing cold. I mean I had a big coat on but no scarf or hat, or not a big sweater underneath. So when we left for Copenhagen we were expecting a similar weather, because the temperatures were basically the same for Paris and Copenhagen. But we didn't think about the whole Nordic position of Denmark, and so when we stepped outside the airport to reach the city centre, it felt like December was already there, except it was not even November... </div>
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Therefore, no need to mention that, even though I planned every single outfit I was going to wear for this trip (See ? I can be organized and well prepared ?), I didn't really plan the right outfits... Nope in my suitcase, you could find, light sweaters perfect for fall, shirts and short jeans... What should have been in my suitcase was big sweaters, winter boots, beanies and a big scarf! And an umbrella... I did managed to put up some cute outfits perfect for the weather. For example, instead of wearing my big oversized sweaters as a dress, with tights underneath, I wore it with jeans and high knee boots. No need to mention as well that half of my suitcase didn't leave my suitcase because they were definitely not cold weather-proof. </div>
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Those knee boots were my savior, really. Plus, they add a very chic aspect to any outfit. Although, not the best to walk around all day, they kept my feet warm, and that was the most important thing. You can't really see my outfit in this post, although I did make an effort to take off my scarf because the weather was particularly nice on that day! But basically my go-to outfit for those 4 days consisted in sweaters, jeans, coat, boots, baseball cap, and scarf with gloves. And I am proud of myself for not being an outfit repeater even though this would be the easy solution for this trip. I was really happy with all the outfits I wore, I felt comfortable, I felt pretty, and most importantly, I felt warm. The most treasuring piece that saved my cold body, was this biker coat from Zara, I found just before we left. It's so warm, because the inside is in fake "fur" but not really fur. Hard to explain. But biker coat are really in trend for the winter, they keep your warm and they are super fashionable, but I must say they don't really go with everything. </div>
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Our last day in Copenhagen was pretty chaotic, we left the apartment early in the morning, in a complete mess, with suitcases, paper bags, clothes, shoes and souvenirs everywhere. We left early because we were eager to go back to the first place we had brunch at on our very first day. We only had a few hours before we had to come back to our AirBnb to finish packing and leave for the aiport in our Uber. We left, umbrella in hand, scarves around our necks, and gloves to cover our hands, and stood in front of the coffeeshop to find it closed for renovation... Panicked, we couldn't think of a plan B, so we wandered around town at 10:30 in the morning to find a place to have brunch. We walked for another 30 minutes, and finally ended up in another coffee place, where we had an okay breakfast by ourselves, because it was just the two of us and the waiter... </div>
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When we were still living in Dublin, we used to walk by the waterside all the time when it was sunny, and we'd always go to the seaside during the weekends. We kept our love for our waterside walk and brought it to Copenhagen. In fact, the day was so bright and sunny, we walked until we reached the bridge that separates Copenhagen's city centre to other neighborhoods, then we walked by the waterside, admiring the bridge, the building, the view, and the swans. We sat there for a minute because it was so peaceful, and then made our way back to the city centre, to go to the Central Market. Again a must see when in Copenhagen. </div>
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This market is not like any other markets, but you couldn't expect anything less in this city, where any place you walk in is basically perfection and Instagram goals. You have your traditional fruits and vegetables shops outside, and flowers shop that have more cactus than your basic flower shop back home will ever have. But the inside is like heaven. There're small and cute Italian groceries' shops, with products that feel like they came all the way from Italy, there're chocolate shops that make you gain 20kg just by looking at the chocolates, and then there're very cute places to eat in the middle of a market where people shop and eat in two minutes. </div>
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It was overwhelming but it still felt warm and peaceful, we didn't want to leave, maybe because leaving meant we actually had to leave Copenhagen. A depressing end of an amazing 4 days getaway. We weren't hungry but were desperate to eat in one of the cute places inside. So we decided to wait for our hunger to arrive, and while we waited, we went to the Starbucks across the street for our daily hot chocolates stop. It was at Starbucks that we realized something was missing... The umbrella... So one of us left the Starbuck in hope to find the umbrella near the bench we had sat on an hour ago to enjoy the view. Yes, my boyfriend has great hopes, and is a very optimistic person. I couldn't describe you his deception when he came back 10 minutes later with no umbrella in hand. We've already lost and found the umbrella once... there were no way it would happen again within 2 days. And if I did, I would have unpacked all my things and stayed there forever. This city brings you happiness, faith and trust in other people, but still... </div>
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I think I was mostly disappointed about the whole situation because in the morning I had left a thank you note to our hosts, thanking them for letting us stay in their apartment, and telling them that we had bought an umbrella we couldn't bring home, but were giving it to them for their personal use or for their future guests, just in case. I was very upset when I had to write with another pen, bellow my first note, "Never mind, we've lost it..." Anyway, to get back on our feet after this terrible news (just kidding), we made our way back to the market to buy some last minute souvenirs, we actually bought chocolates. On our way out, trying to figure out the way back to the apartment, the smell of very delicious pizzas attracted us. We had to stay. We weren't that hungry, but we had to have a pizza. It was too attracting not to taste it. So we sat and enjoy a very good and very hot Margarita pizza, from Grom's. Very good place, that we thought was unique, and only in the Market. So we were quite surprise to smell the same smell at the airport hours later... Yes we did have the same pizza again for dinner. So what? </div>
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This was our last stop before heading back to the apartment, where we packed everything in a rush, cleaned everything, and left in our Uber. We then spent an terrific and traumatic 35 minutes in a car that felt like the driver didn't know anything about speed limits and driving actually. Driving us around residential neighborhoods when we had a flight to catch, and driving at 136 km/h when the limit was at 110 km/h. I'm thankful we made it to the airport in one piece, well two pieces in our case. We didn't miss our flight but we paid for a 35 minutes ride, that should have taken 20 minutes. Still waiting for a refund from Uber... </div>
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