It’s kind of like our stay in Los Angeles put my life into perspective. “We have no life anymore!” Eva Chen was saying to me earlier today at the Phillip Lim show, and I couldn’t agree more. I don’t know how it is for you, but sometimes I feel like I’m completely absorbed in my phone…
And in New York, you get the impression it’s normal to do everything at 200 miles an hour. You have so much going on, you don’t even notice the days going by, and even so, you still go to bed at night thinking you didn’t get enough done. So Los Angeles really calmed me down, made me ask myself lots of questions about the direction my life was taking, and all of that translated into…way fewer posts on Instagram.
That’s how it always is. Every time something really interesting happens, my social media goes mute.
But even so! There were a few times when I managed to break out of my Insta lethargy. Like the long hours I spent working at Butcher’s Daughter in Venice, for example, “a highly Instagrammable place!!!” which is exactly my type, in terms of decor.
Which is everyone’s type, I know, I get it. The white-slightly-hippie-vacation-home-with-plants-and-hammock thing. But since it’s been my type forever and it will stay my type even when it’s not trendy anymore, I’m sticking to it.
I have to tell you, in Los Angeles, I felt like I got to reconnect a little bit with my french southern roots. It must be because of the slower pace of life there (New Yorkers always say: Angelenos just hang out all the time. No one works!) or the fact that you drive everywhere, which makes life a lot easier (New Yorkers always say: you spend your LIFE in traffic!!!) or the weather (New Yorkers always say: well…actually they can’t really say anything about that, haha)(IT WAS 1 DEGREE BELOW ZERO IN NEW YORK YESTERDAY) but I felt right at home. And that might be one of the reasons why the only photos I posted on Instagram were of decor. I started dreaming of a big open house, decorated just how I like it. I thought about putting down roots, and it was kind of overwhelming.
And the fact that I never really feel totally settled in New York. I like the apartment where I live now, but… there’s always a “but”.
So I’m finally dreaming about a place that really looks like my dreams.
So there I was in my sunny little bubble, when I ended up getting on the plane for New York. When the plane dropped through the clouds and I landed in the gray, cloudy weather, I have to admit, I teared up a bit.
And not only was I landing in New York, I was also landing right in Fashion Week.
Of course, Fashion Week isn’t what it used to be for me. I started out taking photos in the street and now, I only go to a very small selection of shows. Earlier today, just before arriving at a show, it was snowing, and I saw my photographer friends in their parkas with their faces tucked into their scarves, running after girls wearing colorful outfits (spring/summer shows, right? Totally normal in this weather!) trying to get their photo.
It reminded me of some great times (remember this video? There I am, running around in the snow trying to take photos, IN HEELS, oh my gosh) and it also reminded me how much work all of that is. It’s difficult, uncomfortable work, and it’s not always very rewarding. Half your photos don’t really turn out, you’re outside in all kinds of weather, and for those who don’t have a site like mine (most streetstyle photographers these days work on commission and sell their images to photo banks or magazines, they have to pay for their own flights and hotels, or share apartments – it’s far from the glamorous life on the other side of the lens) and you’re not even sure anyone will be interested in your favorite images.
Anyway, I stopped by the J.Crew show on Sunday, and it was kind of the place to be. There were tons of photographers outside, all the fashion people were inside, and Jenna, cool as ever, spent her Sunday saying hello to everyone.
Wearing all pink, one of my favorite colors (light green khaki, pink and gold, if you want to know the others), we love Jenna, as always.
It was Valentine’s Day that day, so my Valentine and I decided to spend the night in a hotel, and it happened to be a great idea. Even though one second before we left home, I swear we both said: “Wouldn’t it be better to stay at home?” But we decided to go anyway and suddenly found ourselves in the Soho Grand, and I don’t know how to explain it, but it feels really good to leave home as a couple while still being in the same city.
Anyway, without too many details, it was a total cliché of a romantic night, but at one point, we were both sitting on the bed, and there was a mirror in front of us, and it was really pretty, so of course, I took a photo.
Chris said: “Are you going to post that on Instagram?”
I responded: “No way, are you crazy?”
Then I thought about it for two seconds, and I said why not? It’s pretty, it’s us, and well…sometimes it’s okay to show a different side of yourself, right?
So I did what I always do in these situations, which is think too much, and I texted all my friends to ask them what they thought (oh, you didn’t know? In my entourage, I’m known as “G who doesn’t know how to make her own decisions”) and other than one friend who said “it doesn’t really fit the rest of your Instagram feed!” they all said “yeah, so cute, post it!”
At that point I had spent almost half an hour on my phone answering my friends (my Valentine was also on his phone, SO WHEN I SAY IT WAS A PERFECT, ROMANTIC NIGHT…) when suddenly I started thinking about the caption I could add to this kind of sexy, suggestive photo, to show I still had a sense of humor and wasn’t taking myself too seriously like all those other people on Instagram. No idea what to write, I’m terrible at short texts, I specialize in flooding the page with words. So I re-texted all my friends, and they offered up a few suggestions:
“Me and my Valentine all sexy and warm in freezing NYC *emoji* *emoji*”
Yeah, okay, but it doesn’t show that I have a sense of humor, I answered. So they suggested:
“Me and my Valentine right before we…
watch TV all night”.
Not bad, right? Yeah, okay. But then I received this one from my friend Marcela, which I loved:
“Don’t you think Chris has the most gorgeous legs?”
Which made me burst out laughing, but Chris didn’t like it too much, I have no idea why…
By then, we had spent almost an hour debating about one photo. Sure, okay, it was kind of hilarious to read everyone’s suggestions, but at the same time, you can’t deny the ridiculousness of the situation. Especially considering what I told you at the beginning of this post about slowing down. It was VALENTINE’S NIGHT after all.
I ended up posting it with this comment (my own idea, in fact):
“We got a room!!!”
After that, I’d had enough, threw away my phone, and never thought about it again so I could get back to my romantic evening, argh, what an Instagram victim I am!
In conclusion: No clue!!!
Translated by Andrea Perdue