The Age of Innocence

  

  

“In character, in manner, in style, in all the things, the supreme excellence is simplicity” 

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For many weeks I have thought of ways to express my upmost adoration for soft, Edwardian-like couture. Here, I begin my first post of the new year speaking of something that is close to my heart, but also a modernity that implies beautiful aesthetics and an essence of splendour. 
The modern woman wears whatever she pleases; it is a liberation that has been conquered with blood and sweat throughout the centuries. The modern woman is not considered a machine for offspring production; she is not an object of slavery, she is independent and fierce. All that I say are beautiful realities, however, with such freedom we often get lost and become prisoners to other kinds of expectations and ideals. 
  
  

The truth is, the modern woman is very often insecure of herself, she compares herself to other women and fights to be socially accepted, yet these fights are not usually fought in the best ways. Our fight has been primarily for the equality of sexes, and we are succeeding as the years pass. Sadly, we have been so focused on conceptual wars and our daily lives that we have slowly began to lose parts of our identity: our grace and femininity. Such traditions and rituals are being left in history, and we emerge to a world where nothing is fixed; there are no right or wrongs, no absolute truths and no meaning at all. We became blind and forgetful of what it truly means to be a woman. . . To breathe elegance and gracefulness, and to remain gentle yet fearless in a world full of doubts and futility. 

  

 
  

La Vie / Art, Melancholy and Paris

“I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”

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Ah! Paris, mon grand amour.

After two exhausting weeks I am glad to say that I am finding my way again. Today I want to talk about things which are very important to me. Personally, I feel that Art is not only a mere subject in which we use to express ourselves, but it is a way of survival. What would life be without Art? The beauty of all things would not exist, and human beings would live a dull and monotonous life. 

   
 
In this photographic series, Raphaël Année captures the spirit of a melancholic new generation. 

  
For many years I have dreamed of Paris, for it is a city where Art is as vivid as the air we breathe. However, we as humans have the gift for destruction – to which Picasso says is also a form of Art – and that clear sense of Art slowly began to fade, but it still exists for those who look. 

  

   

   

 amanda. 7.46pm