Saturday, August 13, 2016

Pieces of Paris Part 2

I still find myself going back to Paris and reminiscing on it. Its one of those places that I can't believe  I have actually been to. It was a dream before I went, it was a dream while I went, and it remains a dream even though the pictures prove that I was there and it did happen. And when Paris was happening, I knew I had to capture every moment. I filmed, I wrote, and I snapped pictures on practically every corner. Doing all of this made it even more real to me. It made me grounded in the sounds, sights, and smells that surround and embody the city of brilliant lights. This post continues on with my Paris photo diary, along with the thoughts that bring them all together. I hope you enjoy them, and I hope this little post takes you miles away to a place that really is as beautiful as a dream.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Pieces of Paris (part 1)

I've been trying to figure out how to write everything down that has inspired me lately. The truth is, it's an overwhelming and extremely difficult task to have all of this material and not know where to begin the creative process. I have seen so much in these past months. In two weeks, I traveled to three different countries and saw three major foreign cities. I flew to fashion capitals and took trains to rugged villages. And ever since I have returned, people have asked me what the best part was. What was the most beautiful  place. And I have no clear answer. Every sidewalk held its own grace, every stoop had its own story. And the collection of each place was just as beautiful as the next. But I think that what makes a place beautiful is how you choose to walk around in it. Everyone sees a place differently, but to really see the beauty of a place, you have to become a part of it. You have to forget that you are only a visitor. Because when you feel like you belong there, then the whole world becomes your home. And as a traveler that is the most freeing feeling I've ever experienced. But I still didn't know how to write it all down. All of this inspiration was just coming at me, and what resulted was scribbles of lyrics and sonnets and journal entries. I don't really know what to call these pieces of writings, because they are all  really pieces of moments from all of these beautiful places. Some were written on trains between countries, some were written in a Parisian flat, and others were thought off along ocean cliffs. To begin, here are some pieces of Paris, along with a little video accompaniment.