Saturday, May 4, 2013

La Vie Boheme...

There are things that make me really happy some of those things are French. Why the Francophile obsession. The answer is quite simple. I am a brown girl and all the eras in history have sucked for those that are brown. Except one space and time that was grand enough for anyone with enough talent. There was one place in time. One era glamorous and fabulous enough to satisfy my sensibilities regardless of my skin color. The time, space and place would have been Paris. Bohemian 1830-1930's Paris, France. My father fell in love with Paris when he performed and lived there and taught me the lyrics to La Vie En Rose as if it was my national anthem.

Not In Paris. Savannah GA.

A place where I could have been that brown girl sitting in a cafe, writing , while smoking a cigarette. 
A place where my photography could have lifted me regardless of my gender. 
A place where I could have had as many lovers obvious in inspiration to Cuban Spanish Anais Nin.



Not Paris...



And I sit here in front of this laptop while I imagine the cobblestone roads, the cafes, the fashion and the way the sun might set on a rainy afternoon in Paris. I crave the promise of a long gone era as if it wasn't carved out in time yet. I crave it and this is my vehicle... my time machine... my escape.



River Street Savannah GA


And I discuss with passion and intensity every aspect of politics, art and religion with my fellow Bohemians. We drink absinthe and toast with made up poems that are bred out of smoke and foreign languages. Poems so intense and those words were never heard of again. I would have bedded many free of shame. I am the rebel and the outcast. The misfit, outlaw and anarchist... not far fetched from who I've been in decades past.


Not Paris...Forsyth Park.

Like most things, I would have grown tired of it because it is fickle the mind of a time traveling Bohemian. At some point I would have rather been on the island selling alcapurrias by the beach. At some point I would have probably settled for a litter of kids and scrubbing rags by the river. Salted cod fish instead of caviar. Coconut water instead of champagne. That's the beauty of this place and space. The ability to time travel. 


Is there an era in time you wish to have existed? 

21 comments:

  1. Man you write so well.

    I would love to go back to the time of Jane Austin. I know in reality life was hard, Women had no rights and people didn't live long. But sometimes I crave a time when things were simpler, slower without modern technology polluting our sights and senses. The environment wasn't damaged. Daily life was full of hard work and simple pleasures. I like to daydream I am there but in reality I do love the advantages that modern life offers. x

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    1. I hear you. We might be able to create some type of artsy "amish" slash... never mind. I do as well. =)

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    2. oh yeah I like the idea of that... ;)

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  2. Traveling in time - such a romantic concept and a treasured trip for our imaginations. You have captured the dreaminess of this pursuit beautifully in your words and photographs here, Adriana.
    Blessings!

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  3. I'm loving the mood you created in this post. It's sparking my imagination.

    I think the best time to be alive for a rebel like me is today ...

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  4. your father was in Paris? you're a constant source of surprises. these photos are so evocative of Paris - i love the light in them and the way you draw the viewer into your own vision xx

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    1. Dude i need to write a book but I don't have the attention span. Thanks

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  5. Ahhh, Paris.

    I can see you there, dear...strolling upon the cool cobblestone w/ your black hair flowing in air.

    Xxx

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  6. I love your photography! Thanks for taking me to another space...virtually. ;)

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  7. For those who say not to put ♪♫ to your blog because it only distracts not adds, I say they've never been to yours to see how it's done. ::making scrolling, drawn out lines of smoke via her long cig holder:: C'est La Vie!

    Here from the Monday Mingle, but ya know I would have been here anyway. ; ) BB2U

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  8. I loved your reflections. Honestly, I would choose simply this time period to live for we are now living in a most amazing state of continual discovery-where man is ceaselessly unearthing treasured pieces of the past while plunging unabashedly into the unknown folds of the future.

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    1. I agree. But I am such a daydreamer. Heading to check out your space.

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  9. I would totally be a 1920's gal - after I saw Woody Allen's "Midnight in Paris" I felt like someone had called me home :)

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  10. France is so pretty why wouldn't you like it, and you have a wonderful way with words.

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  11. You are brown? I didn't notice. Hard to notice behind that melena of hair you have and swing around while walking with a swag. Ah to be brown, what a beautiful thing. Like cafe of chocolate of better yet a mocha.

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