Monday, November 29, 2010


Shots from Jean Luc Godard's Breathless.  I myself have been feeling quite breathless lately...but not in a good, swept off my feet kind of way.  Anyway, tonight I will be filming a stylized court-metrage for my French cinema class.  Hope y'all are off to a great week.

Monday, November 15, 2010

nashville love

Robert's in Downtown Nashville, Tn


This city never ceases to amaze me with its cultural vibrancy.  Growing up,  I always assumed everyone in Nashville would be a country singer and/or a cowboy.  However, this stereotype is very, very wrong.  Nashville is so diverse, it is so young, it is THRIVING.

I went this past weekend with my mom and we had a great time.  I had signed up for an interview as an excuse to make the 5-hour drive to Nashville :)

If you are going to Nashville anytime soon, here are some noteworthy places to visit (by visit, of course I mean to eat):

San Antonio Taco Co.--I don't think any description is necessary.  Just know that it is quite yummy and very popular among the Vanderbilt community.

Whiskey Kitchen-- Good, southern food in a very trendy venue.  I had a fried green tomato blt with sweet potato was delicious!

The Patterson House-- a Prohibition styled bar...aka speakeasy.  All the drinks on the menu are based on those from Prohibition.  A very unique experience.

Where are your favorite places to eat in Nashville?

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

living in paris

Photo of Paris by Kari Herer

Do I write too much about Paris?  I just can't seem to get enough of that city...I feel like I am always homesick for Paris!

I found this article to be hilariously amusing, especially because of my own experiences in France.  This is from Glamour and was written by Nichole Robertson (you can check out her blog here).

Here are the five things Nichole finds hilariously tricky about daily life in Paris...

1. No Speak French. I don't speak a whole lot of French. I can ask where the restroom is and order a coffee, but my husband does most of the talking. When we go to the grocery store or to the bakery, I feel like his submissive wifey who nods and smiles. When I do speak, I imagine I sound like Borat... "Me like your bread. Yes. Your bread is nice."

2. No Cheddar Cheese. It's not surprising that my toddlers love cheddar cheese. What is shocking (unless I'm the last to know) is that cheddar cheese is not too popular in Paris. We searched for two days to no avail. Desperation led to a pretty shady move: We bought something orange and told them it was cheddar. Lucky for us, Mimolette tastes and looks a whole lot like the real deal!

3. No Hot Showers. I weep for hot showers. I dream about hot showers. I would travel miles for a hot shower. But our water tank is teeny, and we learned the hard way that we have about three minutes each before the hot water runs out. So everyday is a choice: Shampoo or shave? Face or feet?

4. No Bathroom Power. I have long hair, and I absolutely need to blow it dry. There's only one outlet in the bathroom, and it says razors only. So I dry my hair in the kitchen, the only place that won't fry my hairdryer. I even hung a mirror in there. Bonus: Now I can monitor the toast while I'm doing it.

5. No Anonymous Med Shopping. The scenario: You have diarrhea. United States: You go to CVS, pick up some Immodium, and disguise it with a copy of In Touch while in the checkout line. No one discusses diarrhea (although they may discuss Jessica Simpson). Paris: Medicine isn't sold in a supermarket or otherwise anonymous place, so you go to a small pharmacie. There are at least six people in this small pharmacie. All of the embarrassing medications are behind the counter. You skulk to the counter and spend ten minutes trying to explain in broken French that you have diarrhea. In public. With hand gestures.

All of the not-so-charming stuff aside, Paris is everything you'd expect it to be. The romantic cliches exist for a reason, and I've never had better bread, butter, eclairs or coffee. The people are super nice; I have yet to meet a rude French person. Our apartment is beautiful, with exposed beams, huge windows and a sweet cobblestone courtyard, and when I'm not in it, I'm surrounded by some of the most amazing architecture in the world. It's a truly magical place to be, and I enjoy living life in a place where people champion beauty in all its forms.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

milou en mai

Looks like a French version of the Royal Tenenbaums, huh?

It's funny how things come in twos.  Yesterday I posted pictures of the hairstyle my mom sported when I was younger.  Well, later on in the day during my French cinema class we watched a movie, Milou en Mai, and the leading lady wore the same style...and looked marvelous.  I think her style in this movie exhibits pure class.

And, I suppose class is one of the greater themes of the movie, which is about the May 1968 Revolution in France.  This movie captures the elements that made that period what it was while also vividly depicting its implications for the future.

The movie reminded me of the strikes tha have been going on in France lately.  Apparently, the past few months have witnessed the largest student protests since at least 1995 and one of the most significant since the 60s.

I can't decide if I wish I were there or not.

Monday, November 8, 2010

mom look-a-like on sartorialist

Recently the Sartorialist featured a woman that reminded me of my mom when I was little.  Back in the 90s, my mom successfully pulled off the Demi Moore look.  Here is this picture from the Sartorialist:
the Sartorialist

And here is a picture that my sister drew of my mom from that epoch (it's based on an actual picture of my mom, but I can't find it.  Nonetheless, I think my sister's drawing is great):

courtesy of Lauren

I hope that I can be as hip as my mom was when I have kids.

Friday, November 5, 2010

gq eye captures ole miss

Many of my friends from abroad (which also includes those from above the Mason-Dixon line) have heard me go on and on about the sass and class that is in Oxford, Ms.  Well, I was so excited when the GQ Eye captured Ole Miss at its finest (fashion-wise, not football) this past weekend at the Ole Miss-Auburn game and featured classy southern men on the blog.  And, I'm proud to say I know some of these people.

how the french view europe

My cousin had this on her blog and I thought it was wonderful.  This is so true!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

pink dress run

The Pink Dress Run for Breast Cancer awareness finally came to Oxford, Ms.  The men were hilarious!  I'm proud to say that this was my first official race: a whopping 1/2 mile (perfect for me!)  Really, though, it was such a great time of community bonding and the main purpose obviously wasn't to see who could run farthest/fastest but simply to raise awareness around town.  Here are some of the sights from that day:

And then, I saw a dog in an Ole Miss snuggie...

Monday, November 1, 2010

a new orleans weekend

As a reward to myself for the academically grueling months of September and October that I survived, I spent this past weekend, Halloween weekend, in New Orleans for it's annual Voodoo music festival.  Every penny spent, every homework assignment not accomplished over the weekend--it was ALL worth it.  This was my second time to go to Voodoo fest and this year blew 2007 out. of. the. water.  Here are what I thought to be the best shows:

My Morning Jacket.  Exceeded all far the best live concert I've EVER seen.

Muse.  Also an incredible show.  Amazing lights.  

Florence + the Machine.  The reason I went to Voodoo.  I am in love with this woman.  She has so much energy on fun to see.

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