Whilst having lunch with a friend this afternoon, who just got back London Fashion Week the topic of traveling, specifically wanderlust came up. Why is it that some folks are content with never leaving the city they grew up, while others go searching the world – is it happiness we are after, or understanding the meaning of life, are finding connection with strangers. I turned 35 last month, and 4 months to date my mother passed away from Oral Cancer. I sense something inside of me has shifted since her passing. Not quite sure how to describe it, other than the fact I have this strong desire to live more passionately and intensely than before. To see the world, to visit places, countries she never got a chance to go to (France, Italy).
One of my dreams is to live in Paris for a few months and study French. So, last week I started looking up schools in Paris that could take me in early spring. My logical brain was telling me I should be moving to Los Angeles for that time, but my heart and soul were pointing to France. And I guess that is the artist’s way – to follow the heart, even when it desires crazy things.
When I was in Santa Monica in June, someone stopped me at Dogtown coffee to ask if i was Parisian. This happens to me quite often. Perhaps in a different life I lived in France, who knows.
Photos by Juhn Kwon at LACMA
Blouse: Vintage find
Beret: Forever 21