Nothing is greater than LOVE

You go to the movies to see something that the world hasn't seen yet and what they sell you is the same old thing- It always has been, always IS, always will be LOVE. Love is what connects us, love is what keeps us alive, Love WILL and saves the world every day! Love is a Chance, Love is a coincidence. Love is greater than us, nothing is Greater than Love...

...Erm I am speaking of AVATAR here...what did you think? Well, they say the movie is being (re)created in the mind of the viewer...this is what i saw!

And seriously, is there any other reasonable reason to live that mankind can come up with? It is not fame, it is not wealth...but to love and be loved in return!

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres." LOVE NEVER FAILS

Amen!!!

LOL

It is a great movie after all. I should see it again! I might come up with some thoughts about WAR too...

i miss some FRENCHNESS pleeeaseeee

If something happens once, it might never happen again. But if it happens a second time, there will definitely be a third time!

This is the basic principal I have used during my 3 months stay in Paris to stereotype everything as "typically french" or not.

It's been few days since I'm back in Hamburg, and those are the "french" things I already miss:

1) Champagne/Chocolat/ Macarons/ Crepes/ Fromage de chevre everywhere, on any occasion for everybody!














2) Jazz (the black cat at my flat)

3) Sitting outside in a coffee/restaurant/bar in the wintertime with gas heaters above your head! Warm and cozy!

4) Empty perfume bottles as decoration in WC- almost everybody has it...

5) French accent- funny but first thing almost everybody will say is "I am sorry, my English is very bad!"..although in my opinion everybody could understand or talk English if they made a little effort, but they just prefer "I am sorry, my English is very bad" and even when they talk in English it sounds like French! So cute!

*many French people are mixing up HUNGRY/ANGRY- i love it because funny things come out of this confusion

6) " Do you know NUTELLA/SMART/ KINDER SURPRISE chocolate?"(...fill in the blank)- the idea of the French that they have invented/discovered/created the world and whatever you have in France you can't find anywhere else...or maybe I just look as if I came from somewhere far from any civilization!

7) French "rudeness"- at first it looks like people or more precisely Parisians are rude but- trust me- you would be the same if there were those tourists all over the place, not knowing where they are going, stopping to take a picture at every corner...plus how can you consider anybody who is kissing everybody on both cheeks every time they meet as RUDE?!?!? No! People are not rude, they are soooo French...(consider it as a compliment)!

8) Eiffel tower!




















9) Drinking tea/coffee from a BOWL, that you would normally use for soup- I love it!

10) Cinema-well I didn't particularly benefit from that, but there is something like a monthly "abbonament" for the cinema which costs you 30 euros and you can go see as many movies as you can! Other countries should learn from the French!

11) Radio Nova- well, this is not that bad, I can still listen to it novaplanet.com

...BUT MOST OF ALL I WILL MISS THE PEOPLE I MET, WHO MADE MY STAY UNFORGETTABLE! THE PLACE IS NOTHING WITHOUT THE PEOPLE, EVEN IF IT IS THEONE AND ONLY PARIS!!!

Bulgarianprincess heading to her kingdom tomorrow and wishing HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYBODY!!!

Let's talk FAB&FUN

Finally!
A proper fashionshow afterparty- Champagne, oysters, chocolate fondue, fashion elite...a whole LUNAPARK for the SONIA RYKIEL show at Grand Palais last night... AMAZING!!!!!!!

The TRUTH is that Life...

"Truth like light blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object!" Albert Camus

..is so weird...

Ok, i will explain, I am not trying to get philosophical. I am just sad. I was just taking a look at Daul's blog. Yes, she was blogging, probably one of the most visited blogs since Thursday night, I suppose...

And life is weird because I was reading her blog and thinking- I arrived in Paris exactly 2 months and 5 days ago...and first thing I ask a local Parisian is:
"WHAT IS THE MOST POPULAR PLACE FOR SUICIDERS IN PARIS?".
.. Don't ask me why and how I come up with that question! But please don't blame me either, I know, I suffer from pathological black sense of humor...but right now it's not funny...I feel bad I've ever said that!

But life is weird, not because of this alone.
Life got even way weirder. JUST NOW
Because at this very moment while I am writing about

"WHY THE HELL DO I ARRIVE IN PARIS AND ASK THAT RANDOM GUY THIS STUPID QUESTION"

this very same guy I asked this very same question 2 months ago JUST CALLED ME NOW... like 2mins ago. I was shoked, it's not like we talk every day, not even every weekend...I mean confused and surprised...Why him why now?!?!

Here how our conversation went:

GUY:Hey!
Me:Hey, wow, I was just thinking...Remember how I asked you which is the most famous place for suiciders in Paris???
(Noise, saturday night somewhere in the streets of Paris)
GUY:...Mrrhhh WHAT?
ME: Ugh, nothing! How are you?
GUY: Good, what you up to tonight...
...
ME:No, sorry I don't feel like going out
GUY:Ugh you are so boring....

I am trying to say that another young girl took her life. For unknown reason. I didn't check any gossips on the media. But who cares how..and where and when... We will never know HER TRUTH ANYWAY. She is gone. There is a reason behind everything. Even if we don't get it. Even when we judge.

But wait, I am not finished yet. Weirdest from all is- I met this girl on a show we did together. And among all girls she was one of the few that caught my attention. The designer and the casting director kept calling her DOLL...and I thought "WOW, NICE NAME, DOLL!" And she kept correcting them: "No, it's Daul."

So life is full of coincidenses. Random things catch our attention as if they were set up like that to teach us a lesson. And mine was: Don't ever joke about suicide...Don't ever joke about life! It is the most precious gift we have! And it is our duty to keep it "with our life"! :P

If you can dream and not make dreams your master,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truths you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
And see the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it on one turn of pitch & toss,
And lose, and start at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss...

-KIPLING-

And to wrap up all this chaotic thoughts of mine...about truth and life and coincidences and reasons behind everything...i guess it all pretty much got the " lost -in -translation -effect" of a long movie that doesn't say anything at the end...BUT in my personal opinion:

LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.Fullstop.

RIP DAUL KIM

I LOVE MY JOB

The day i realize I can't be a model anymore will be the "unhapppiest day in my life".(*ironic*) There is no other job as exciting as this, I am telling you. It is not just because the new issue of my favorite online fashion magazine has reminded me of the story I have written for it this summer, but also because I have had a series of... let's call them "interesting" shootings lately.

The peak was yesterday, which inspires me to write the next story and send it to the founder and editor of TEASER Thomas Meyer, who is making this magazine with a lot of love and passion for fashion, revealing the business behind the scene. Enough promotion, here is the link: http://teaser-mag.com Don't get disappointed you will not see a picture of me, I am a writer :)

Well, in short, yesterday we were shooting outside by 9 degrees celsius. Two people from the team were russian, 3 french et moi. I don't want to stereotype anything by nationalities here, it's just that the first mentioned had a bottle of vodka and some other stuff called calvados which they thought was a good way to keep us/them warm and prevent from catching colds. I don't mind as long as they can do their job, which they could. BUT our make-up artist couldn't keep up with their drinking. Half way through the shoot he got so wasted, that he was completely unable to retouch my lipstick, let alone drive to the next location. Nobody was upset about this fact, I mean, the guy got drunk, no big deal, we'll keep going and having fun. So he spent rest of the day sleeping in the car. The male model was going crazy too, exploring the forest, so that at some point he didn't take care of the designer clothes he had on and they all got muddy spots. If i have to be honest, I broke the heels of two pairs Victor&Rolf shoes too, but that's nothing to do with alcohol abuse as I was the only sober person freezing out there. I am just trying to warn you: Don't buy Victor& Rolf shoes, not worth, heels break really easyly! The darker it got, the more drunk everybody got, the colder I felt, the slower things went. Surprisingly, from what I saw the pictures turned quite good actually.

Now, everybody wonders what is the secret of becoming a top model. SO I think I'm getting closer to that answer since the photographer told me she's gonna make me a top model. There you go! Than she said I shouldn't mention in my agency about the drinking at the shoot. So, in case I become a top model in the next few months, you will know I have kept my mouth shut. It must be exciting if you' hear that when you're 16...but seriously, who is she trying to sell this.? Do I look like I believe in Santa? Well at least it's easier to hear that from a female photographer. Than you can kind of live with it, while if it was a guy you would be getting paranoid that there is something else too.

OK, I don't want to be so mean. It was a fun shoot and they were really really nice people. Besides it wasn't a huge production and it was sunday, so why not make the best out of it. The point is that...what was the point again? I think it's that i had a fun weekend, I met nice people, I didn't catch a cold AND there is a chance I become a top model in near future, wait and see!!! LOL

Social Networks/Blogs VS Human/ Nature

Ok, now I have some second thoughts about this blog. Not only because I am still hesitating about the exact topic or purpose. I’m a bit angry with all that new- age- type -of -communication thing. Social networking is like guys- you can’t live with them, you can’t live without them. Or wait, this is what men say about women. Anyway, I just saw on facebook that a friend of mine I used to go to university with (we were never really close) got married on 09.09.09 on Mauritius. Great! Something I’d probably never know if it hasn’t been for this social tool. So, how does this information help me? I mean, I could congratulate her or I could just click the “like” button (Back in the time, texting substituted personal phone calls which we weren’t really eager to make, but now we don’t even need to explain ourselves that much) I can see what a lovely bride she was. I can even see her husband, who I’d have most probably never had the chance to encounter in live. But, does this change my life in anyway? No! So why do I need to know all that stuff about other people.

Besides, it’s never what it looks like. Another example: Two weeks ago here in Paris I bumped into a friend that I used to stay together with for a while in London two years ago. It was a really “nice” coincidence. I kind of had an idea of what she’s been doing lately thanks to her status updates- lots of travelling to exotic places, lots of nice jobs and so on. She seemed to have a life to die for. So I meet her, we go for coffee, have a nice chat and than she tells me how she broke up with this guy she really loved, how she broke her knee and couldn’t walk and work for 6 months and some other not so “cool” stuff that happened to her. So, while I’ve been really really happy for her and maybe just a bit envy (let'a call things their names) it turns out that she might use a friend or someone to talk to…

Of course, for those we care we don’t need any social networks. Our closest friends, our family-we know how they are doing, we still talk on the phone or occasionally meet. And this is my point- our human nature. We are social creatures; we need to communicate, to keep in touch. Underline IN TOUCH. Very nice figure of speech, isn’t it? Because keeping in touch is basically, if you try to imagine it, being close to each other, so that you won’t lose the “touch”. And as it turns out blogging and networking, except it’s for business or on a specific topic, doesn’t REALLY gives you an idea about…well there is no REAL TOUCH.

Ok I admit- social networking has lots of good sides too. That’s why I’m still in all those creepy virtual communities. Especially for people who travel. And especially nowadays, when everybody travels. The woman I am staying with here, she is a hairdresser. And yes, she travels for work too. She goes every two months to… I forgot which country in Africa to make the hair of some apparently very important guy who is flying in his hairdresser from Paris every two months. I’m sorry for repeating myself but I just want to make sure that you got my point- a HAIRSTYLE!!! What about the environment, the ozone layer, the we -are –running- out –of- natural-resource-concern, the pollution, the let’s-donate-1-euro-every-month-for-a –hungry-child-in-Africa? Yeah, what about all those things. I’ll tell you what- we wouldn’t need them if they had good hairdressers and chiefs and probably dentists in Africa. And I have these very same thoughts every time when I get booked for a job in another city- isn’t there anybody who can do it there. Don’t get me wrong, I love travelling. But can somebody more responsible please care about our planet a bit. I know we can’t ban people flying around, but if there is a big flood the Maldives will be the first place on Earth to disappear, and I really want go there for my honeymoon some years from now, eventually. So I really hope the Earth can stand us and our irresponsible wishes for a bit longer. I’d go there by boat if that is what it takes. Than we can all build bunkers and live in the mountains happily ever after. But this is completely different story. Sorry for the excurse…

My point was that for those we care, we don’t need a network to keep us in touch. And knowing what the other person is exactly doing in every minute while he or she is away from us doesn’t necessarily mean that you are in touch. Actually, not at all.
So, now I tell you why I am angry- because I realize how those social networks turn us into selfish human beings. Selfish or lonely!?! Or both- which in turn is AGAINST our HUMAN NATURE….and against the nature…but that’s another issue… I am angry with myself starting a blog, which nobody would ever read anyway, but I am still writing it, because I guess I still have nobody to share with. Oh, no biggy, I have 300- something friends on facebook. And who can I call now? Who can I tell what is on my mind? Noone! Hey, but I can still put it on my status. The chance is that at lest 10 people will “like” it. So what?

2 a.m.

I had too much cacao tonight. Can't sleep. Blogs could be a good thing to fill some time in your empty bed i guess. (don't pay attention to my weird expressions...)

Today,while walking in Pere Lachaise Cemetery (which by the way is an official tourist attraction and even offers a virtual walk on its website www.pere-lachaise.com), I realized it's been a month since my arrival. Time not long enough to go on top of the Eifel Tower, see Mona Lisa or visit Versailles, Pompidou, Invalid and all regular tourist sights(unfortunately)...but apparently long enough to

- experience french firemen breaking into the flat through the window;
- get to see Vivienne Westwood and a bunch of "top models" live;
- catch up with old friends I know from other trips;
- make new friends or meet new people who turn out to be friend's of friend's or ex girl/boyfriends of other friends (which could lead to awkward situations...);
- celebrate my Birthday with "strangers";
- cry on the steps of Sacre Coer
-find a Bulgarian supermarket (not that somebody cares, but just in case you need some good yogurt)
...In other words: time long enough to gather first impressions!

SO, how do you know that you are in PARIS?!

1) if you can smell freshly baked croissants and pain au chocolat (right spelling?) in the metro station every morning! (underline morning, normally all metro stations smell like piss...)

2) if you see more than two girls looking lost, carrying big books and maps in the metro or on the street (could be Milan, NY or London...but in this case is Paris!)

3) if you miss the metro and you wait only 2 mins till next train arrives

4) if more than 3 people in the metro are biting their nails (never seen anywhere else so many people biting nails, which has made me change my seat many times)

5) if there is a metro station every 300 feet

* after 1)-5) you see where i get to spend 75% of my time

6) if the waiter is angry with you with no reason (maybe you turned the chairs of this cute street coffee place wrong, they are supposed to be facing the street- Don't move them! Or maybe you just tried to order in French-Don't you dare, even if their English is worst than your French! Well, unless you wanna drink beer instead of Evian)

7) if you are about to visit someone and beside the regular details such as street name, number and floor there is a CODE! (it is not a postal code, it opens the door!)

8) if there is no WC in the bathroom (I mean- it's not that unusual, but here is everywhere-so don' t ask for a bathroom, ask for the toilet)

9) if women on the street are pretty, stylish and skinny (clap clap! bravo! french women are taking good care of themselves)

10)...if guys are good-looking too (ok, this could be also Italy or Spain...but those here don't check you out, they seem too busy)

11) if almost everybody has a cat (or 3 small dogs walking them on a leash, seems that having one dog is not cool, big dog is also not cool)

12)if they tell you: "If you need something, there is a CASINO around the corner!" Don't worry, you don't have to go gambling, it's a supermarket chain.

Don't get me wrong! I already LOVE Paris! No, seriously, I do!

BP going to bed now!

my first post

Ok, this is it! My first post...What am I supposed to say here??? I wanted to start a blog because I have all these thoughts during the day that I want to share, but when it comes to write it down it's all gone. SO i should start somewhere...

Bulgarianprincess is a cheesy name I know, so save the comments on that one. I didn't have time to come up with a better name+ you can't escape from who you think you are...

Now that the first post is here it should be easier with all that follows. I promise it will get better!
I will tell you all about my adventures in Paris...my impressions, my work, the people I meet, the things I see...

xoxo BP