Wednesday, September 24, 2008

An American in Paris


When I was a little girl, An American in Paris was my favorite movie....funny, even when I was five the allure of the city was interesting to me. I danced around the living room like Gene Kelly was right there with me, I borrowed my Mother's perfume bottles and imagined dabbing my neck just like Leslie Caron at the Perfumerie, then breaking into song and dance with perfectly coordinated outfits as to match my curtains and the paint on the walls. If you've seen the movie, you know what I'm talking about.....Paris is magical, the movie captures it so well.

Even now, after I've grown and experienced quite a bit of the world I'm still in awe of the Parisienne lifestyle.

First off, how in the hell do they get away with eating so much damn bread and they remain to stay so very waifish? That is a miracle. Fuck surviving a plane crash, or that fact that Bumblee Bee's defy the law of physics; French people are a science project in the making. How do they do it?? Not to mention that anytime they open their mouths it's to place a cigarette delicately in it, they're walking smoke machines....line up a few Parisiennes to set the mood as I emerge from a "smoke filled dream" me and my Leslie Caron impression and you have a An American in Paris Part Two. Smash hit I'm sure of it.

Tomorrow I leave Paris for Zurich, Switzerland.....at first, I didn't want to leave. I was too much in love with the baguettes. Was? No, am. Then, after a few days here....I couldn't handle anymore of the intense eye fucking that the men were giving me, so it's time to move on.

No, seriously. I get the whole "city of love" thing, from now on anytime I say the name, "Paris" I'm going to get all hot and bothered. Even the homeless people are kind of hot....in that dirty Johnny Depp way. Parisienne men look at you not just as a moving object, or a person walking down the street but as the star in their own porno, starring YOU and THEM, and they're casting it in their heads all. day. long. Or so I believe.

Most people kept assuming I was French (which made me feel less nerdy than normal), then when I shook my head no, "Italiano?"....not going to lie, I got a few scoffs when I finally fessed up to being American. Though, I kept my head tall....Had they looked a bit closer they would have seen the difference just in mannerisms.

I've been studying the difference between "me," or "us" and Parisienne women.....Parisienne women are much more confident than American women. Much. Any shape, any look, they all own their fierceness. From the littlest puff of a cigarette to the biggest spoonful of chocolate mousse (which is incredible here, by the way) they OWN every moment and decision they make. Regret is something I'm quite sure they don't know the meaning of.

It took me at least a day to not curl inside myself anytime I was faced with the "intense eye contact" that is common in Paris....American's, look away. Look straight ahead. Parisienne's, will run straight into a tree before breaking eye contact first.

As I sat in the cafes through Monmartre, or on the steps of Sacre Coeur; as I skipped (literally) down the Latin Quarter and Saint Germaine Des Pres, I watched them....watched what some may confuse as "pompous" or many American's would confuse them as being "rude" or "stand offish" whatever cold adjective we often come up with....I realized they aren't that at all. They're just OWNING IT. "It" being whatever they want "it" to be. They're proud to be Parisienne and proud to be themselves....now, that's a lesson us American's could definitely use......

So as I leave somewhat reluctantly, I am owning "it"; my awkwardness, my characture features, my indecision, my small breasts, my DAYS, everything, my constant craving for nutella? I'm owning it alllllllll.

WHAT ARE YOU "OWNING" TODAY???

25 comments:

dmb5_libra said...

i am owning my feelings and doing something constructive with them.

i loved american in paris!

also what you are doing is totally inspiring me to break out on my own.

Katelin said...

i am owning the fact that i'm a sucker for a celeb run in. i can't help it.

and yay for switzerland!

Vanessa said...

Today I own the power of leaving a relationship that wasn't really working and moving on with my life and what I really want to do. Which is Massage Therapy. So I enrolled in school. HA! It feels great!

someone said...

I am owning a beautiful person who makes me feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

P.S. I am jealous of you and your adventures. I love reading about them. Your writing style makes it all the more interesting.

irunwithscissors said...

hmm, sounds to me like i need to take a trip to paris! I love that you are having such a great time! Own it girl!

nicoleantoinette said...

I love nutella. Love.

Also? I must email you because I have updates on things!

xoxo

stormiekim said...

Fantastic! I'm glad you are living it up!

I'm owning my winter clothes...I don't care if they don't fit "as good" as they did last year. I'm freaking cold. <3 be careful!

sid said...

I wasn't at all impressed with Paris. It smelt like pee. Think the Italian men are so much wose than the French. But boy do they know how to bake.

wee-h said...

Italian? Try the spanish! All of these nationalities make the brit men look like 'nice' blokes (particularly the scotsmen!). You should have come to Edinburgh on your travels!

Rebekah said...

When I get home from work at 5:30 today I will be owning my new Juicy bag and hat. I will be FIERCE.

Love reading the ongoing euro-adventures :o)

Brooke Hughes said...

I going to own the fact that I turned 28 yesterday!

Heather said...

I was in Paris in June and I had the same feeling that you have about the stereotypes of the French. I didn't think they were rude at all! I thought they were some of the nicest people I met while in Europe. They have a certain je ne sais quoi, a joie de vivre. They're deliciously French and awesomely proud of their culture and their heritage.

Coconut said...

Your trip, and everything you're taking from it, sounds amazing! I want to copy you.

I am owning up to how I feel and owning that fact that I am not sure.

Tova Darling said...

Just happened on your blog, and I've gotta say - I love it!

Ms. R said...

I am owning that I ate potato chips and chocolate for lunch. Fuck it.

nancypearlwannabe said...

Paris is one my favorite cities on Earth. It's just too amazing to even describe to someone who's never been there.

Lizzie M said...

Oh Paris, my absolute favorite place I went in Europe!!! Of course I was there with the hubby which would possibly explain the lack of eye-fucking on my trip :) I want to go back sooooo bad....it was exactly one year ago that we were over there.

Oh yes, and my mom's middle name is Caron, after the actress! :)

Mandy said...

Love reading about your trek across Europe.

Today I am owning that fact that I am happy with who I am!

Chelsea Talks Smack said...

nicole- I'm waiting for my email!!!

Brooke- HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

tova darling- ah thank you thank you!!!

Princess Pointful said...

Lessons to be learned in every city....
I'm owning the fact that I am not as good at walking in high heels as I once was.

pbandrazz said...

i am owning my singleness.

i'm a catch, or didn't you know?

just me said...

I'm working on owning it too. We waste so much time NOT owning it...when we get old it'll all be over.

Now is the time, baby. :)

DahlingItsMe said...

Ok, so the first time I saw An American in Paris was at the Trocadero, in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower, it was a full moon and it was absolutely magical... I have been living in Paris for almost 7 years now and love it, but also hate it...

Just happened on your blog and thought I would share my American in Paris story with you...

Laurin R. Kelly said...

wow I loved this! It was amazing and made me feel like I should own my height and my writing.

kokostiletto said...

shoot - i want to own it too!! i will start trying that! i hope it doesn't pass off as being self absorbed!

 
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