Stromae - Te quiero
J’voudrais etre son ombre, mais je la deteste.
January 9th, 2012
Spent majorly overdue quality time with a few of my favs. Love you long time.
Miss the loved ones.
“I met Lola Purping during our “photo-walk” at Binondo today. She was sitting quietly at the gutter right outside the San Lorenzo Ruiz Church. I couldn’t help but noticed the big lump on her face that she is trying to cover with her hair. She would throw some shy glances at me perhaps because she felt uneasy that a big guy carrying a huge camera is staring at her. I smiled at her and she timidly smiled back at me. I sat besides her and tried to strike a conversation.
Lola Purping is a street dweller from Samar. She is about 70 years old with poor eyesight and carrying a large tumor near her face. She and her grandchildren would sleep with empty stomachs on the streets where and whenever the night would catch them. I told her that she is a bit old to take care of her grandchildren. She told me that her children left her without a choice as they went to Cotobato and never returned until now.
2 days ago, she lost her few valuables, money and medicines to a pickpocket as she was going out of the church where she stays from morning till afternoon.
I asked her if I can take her photo and put her story on my blog hoping that some kind souls might be able to offer some help – any help. With tears on her eyes, she nodded.
If you happen to pass by San Lorenzo Ruiz Church in Binondo, you might see Lola Purping quietly sitting along the gutter when she is not inside the church praying. Please offer a kind smile to her.
I would appreciate if you can share this and make it viral until it reaches the heart of someone capable of and willing to help her and her grand children.”
Fashion in Paris
So it is true, people do dress very well in Paris. And not only that, they are daring, but because everyone else around them is daring in the same way, it’s the norm here.
I wish I could’ve brought my wardrobe with me, and worn all the things I was too scared to wear in Vancouver because I totally would’ve fit in here - not implying that I dress ‘very well’, but just that I have outfits I could pull of here. Okay, maybe I wasn’t scared but I already have a bit of a weird style, and making it weirder by Paris-izing it doesn’t really go well because most people don’t dress up that way in Vancouver.
I have seen one American wearing sweats here, and he looked quite out of place. Lulu’s don’t exist. All the men wear amazing pants (and I NEVER notice pants), beautiful sweaters, and amazing shoes. Not to mention bags. Everyone has some sort of stylish bag - no backpacks.
And really, every single odd jacket I’ve ever liked but never bought because it was ‘weird’, even by my odd standards is what I see on the streets. I want to take photos of everyone for inspiration and get all of their jackets just to build my own odd jacket collection.
And girls carry make-up pouches and do touch ups in the washrooms. I look like a slob 24/7. The men have amazing hair. At Sciences Po, male students even wear suits to school. You cannot wear canvas shoes to school here. Maybe in the summer? I’m not sure. But proper shoes are a necessity. I need to go shopping.
