Let me start by saying a lot has happened since I wrote that first one. Most importantly for the purposes of this blog, I came to discover over a period of days that I can't get internet. Why? I'll tell you!
First of all, when I arrived on Saturday the director told me that I could sign up for wifi on Sunday at 10:00 AM. I rushed downstairs at that time only to find that this isn't possible. Also, the director openly hates me. Coincidence? On Sunday they told me that I had to go to an office on Monday at a certain time, and I hurried home after school to make the hours. They told me that it's not possible to get internet because there are only 40 spots for wifi. I had to ask a couple more questions before they would even tell me that there's a waiting list. I'm number three on it. Great! I tried to sign up for internet in my room, but you need to have a phone line to do that. I don't have a phone line. I'm thinking I'll use my American capitalist skills and make a poster saying something like "I'll pay you forty euros for your spot on the wifi system." We'll see how that goes.
I went to the Galleries Lafayette today (a department store), and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I got kind of mad though, because Repetto put their shoes on sale in a bin. For those of you who don't know, Vogue did a story on Repetto recently. Kate Moss may have started the trend, but the VIPs wear them. The sale shoes were between $80-$160. I think this merits a shelf. I started to think about why this bothers me, and I came to two conclusions. 1. They're more likely to get scuffed up in a bin, and 2. you should respect the aesthetic value of what you're selling enough to display it properly. Clothes are about aesthetics and function, and if you're buying $100 shoes, you probably care about the aesthetics at least as much as the function. They should be beautiful from the time you see them on the rack forward. This benefits the customer (who will feel happy about their history with the garment), the business (a good display generates business), and the passerby. "I remember the when I first saw these shoes, in a bin of only right shoes, beneath twenty others. It was magical. It made me want to shell out $160." This doesn't work. I don't know if repetto is trying to give a big fuck you to the man or what, but it upset me.
I have to buy a drink every time I want to use the internet. This session is costing me $6.00 for a gross martini. Savor every word.
Friday, January 25, 2008
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Dear Marina,
You're so far away from me! I'm sorry your internet situation is so crappy...How's the rest of your classy Parisian experience? I guess that's what the blog will be about. Patience, patience...I miss you!
My new favorite activity (ever since the weather got into the bitter 40's) is drinking chai and listening to This American Life. I figure my cultural education is never quite complete... :-)
Your blog posts have cheered my Friday evening - a cheery cherry (my initial typo inspired me...) on top of a wearisome day. I got so upset in Orchestra rehearsal today because our conductor got mad at the violin sections because we weren't changing bowings fast enough with the concertmaster (who was sporadically changing anything she wanted to during the rehearsal, so many times that I spent half the rehearsal, and the better part of my tendons, erasing and re-inscribing and still getting things wrong). I got upset because he started lecturing us about being "veteran slobs" (since half the time I was erasing and then trying to figure out where we were in the music), and about getting used to a "professional setting."
In other news, the men from my craigslist ad have failed me - I went out with the one I corresponded with on New Years Eve, and even though we laughed quite a bit, he still wouldn't stop trying to get all over me. The main reason I haven't e-mailed him back: he's an "asshole" at heart. I think we could get three dates in before he would start being "honest" with me...
Consider me a "regular" (but don't start taking me for granted...). :-) I look forward to future posts.
all my love,
Klara
P.S. Watch out for TARA...
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