L'Ecole de la Chambre Syndicale de la Couture Parisienne

today i met with the dean of the school. i kind of love him. he's like the french tim gunn. eloquent, charming, simple. i needed to drop off some papers for him, and received my documents stating that i am enrolled in the school. i'm official. first payment made, and i'll be all set. it's now on lock.

stuttgart. paris. school.

i went there last weekend to hang with my cousin. it was alright, but definitely not like paris. it sort of reminded me a bit of copenhagen with less charm. we watched some football(soccer) and ate way too much food. i must have gained 5 pounds in the two days i was there. uff. then back to paris. i've just been trying to get things wrapped up here in paris. filling out my student visa. learning french. meeting with the school. i've gotten a bit done lately. my campus france form is almost finished. i need to go the bank to make a payment to the school.

yesterday was quite a productive day. i had french class all day. went home and put on a cute outfit to meet with the dean of my future fashion school. he was like the french tim gunn. so well put together and eloquent with his words. so much so that i only really understood 60-70% of what he said. i felt so honored to be at l'Ecole de la Chambre Syndicale de la Couture. I couldn't stop smiling. come to find out, they only accept 75 students per year. out of all the applicants, i got accepted. i saw many stacks of student files on the desk. hundreds even. he told me that i stood out and that i seemed really interesting. he also told me that i'm too advanced to start as a freshman and that i would be bored. that sure made me feel good. this means only 2-3 years of school for me. senior year is a special year where you actually have to apply for. the focus on that year is learning how to work with other people in design. learning specific parts of fashion design of your choice. for me, it's either going to be accessories or pret-a-porter. when we got finished with the interview, i walked out with a huge smile. monsieur broca, you really made my day.

after meeting with the dean, i was so late. i had a date with my amazing old friend miho. we met last year at l'ecole perl. she also is a fashion designer. it was amazing hanging out with her. we talked fashion. we talked in french. we went to see a dj set by pony pony run run to meet up with some other friends and had a bottle of wine after. and then home. what a great day and night. my feet hurt.

ysl

he is amazing! i went to the exhibit today at le petit palais. my oh my was it amazing. he seemed like such a sweet soul, and so creative. he is mainly my inspiration for applying to l'ecole de la chambre syndicale de la couture parisienne. he went there and dropped out. it really worked out for him since christian dior had him take over. there was a part of the exhibit where there was a video of him drawing and audio of an interview that really touched me. pictures of his dog as a puppy, his work desk, and questions being asked to him like, who is your biggest influence? miss chanel. who is your favorite artist? picasso. who is your favorite musician? bach. softly and gently, he answered. i have to admit, when i was at the exhibit, i got a bit sentimental. he's awesome. thanks ysl for being.

quoted from the exhibit,"coco chanel gave women personality, yves saint laurent gave women power".

i'ts been a long time coming.

I know i haven't posted in a year and a half, so here i am. i'm back in Paris. i love it here. initially this was a vacation that i had planned a few weeks ago, but now it's turned into a workng vacay. i'm studying french here for 3 weeks and will be searching for an apartment. yes an apartment. permanently. i received an email a week and a half ago about how i got accepted into l'ecole de la chambre syndicale de la couture parisienne. only one of the most amazing fashion schools ever. alumni include, yves saint laurent, issey miyake, valentino, etc...you think i'm stoked? you betcha. now to figure life out

men

one more thing. i'm about to generalize men and their regards to women like myself(in relationships)

anh: i'm sorry i have a bf
italian man: it's ok i have a girlfriend too.
and they will keep trying.

anh: blah blah blah my bf.
danish man: cool blah blah.
they seem to not be on the prowl.

anh: i'm sorry i have a bf.
icelandic man: i have to use the restroom. *immediately walks away*
has no game and neanderthal tactics.

french man: bonsoir? comment ca va?
anh: ca va bien(in american accent)
french man:oh, you speak french so well blah blah. are you alone?
anh: yes, but i have a bf at home.
french man: *continues to be charming until i walk away*
although witty and charming probably has 3 gfs.

coming home

i figured out a metaphor for impero hotel. polished turd. that's it.
this place is a piece of shit. they tried to charge me extra. took a cold shower. it's 7 and breakfast is not ready yet. i need to catch my flight. fuck this shit. fuck these people. and they are probably taking their time to get breakfast ready because they don't like me. these fucking people piss me off. i'm so happy to be out of that place. i'm usually not hard to please when it comes to hotels. i've stayed in some shitty places, but when the desk people are dicks to me intentionally, its different.

i'm now at the airport. things are going good. i got to the train station 20 minutes before the train left. that is plenty of time. i got to the airport two hours ahead of time. that gave me enough time to get my stamps for tax back, and i ended up with a little extra money in my pocket. yay! i can't wait to get on the plane to sleep. i didn't sleep last night since i stayed up organizing my bags as well as filling out tax forms. i think i may have left my gloves somewhere. i'm not sure. i don't remember seeing them when i was packing. i don't know why i spent so much time packing. everything needs to be washed anyway.

back in rome.

i got back to rome yesterday in the morning. word to self: do not book flights out of beauvais airport in paris early on a sunday morning. early any morning, rather. the airport is 1 hour away from the city. there are buses that can take you there, but i needed to be at the airport at 8:30am to catch my flight. the first public transport left at 8am. i would have definately misssed my flight. so 125 euros ($162) later and by taxi, i reached my flight on time.

arriving in rome at 10:30am, i got to my hotel(impero) i hate my hotel. don't ever stay at hotel impero. it's in the city center, but on a bad street, and the service here is bullshit. i should have just gotten a room at yes hotel, where me and sara stayed the first time i was here. i arrived at the hotel at 12:30pm. i came to front desk and stand there for about 5 minutes while the staff is eating lunch and yelling at one of the employees to go help me. they told me to come back at 2pm. so i had to do something with myself for 1.5 hours. i asked them, are there any rooms ready. they said no come back at 2. i come back and there is a line of people waiting to check in at the same time. i have to wait 20 minutes for them to get to me. they checked maybe 3 groups of people before me. later i find out there were several rooms open. if they would have just started checking people in sooner this big ass line would not have been there. then once they got to me, they couldn't find my paperwork and told me i did not have a room. the website i booked through sent me a text confirmation, so i showed it to reception. he said,"no that is not ok. you have to have the paper". i think to myself, i am travelling and don't have a fucking printer. he looks through paperwork doesn't find it. 10-15 minutes later he decides to check on their website to see if my info is there. it is. they didn't print the info out. after about 20 minutes i finally get my key. and my luggage is not brought to me. i had to ask them for my luggage.
i get in my room and it's a decent room. the bed is soft, theres a towel warmer in the bathroom, hairdryer, soaps, bodywash, and shampoo. i check if there is internet since the website said there was wireless. the wireless internet doesn't work in my room and i have to pay 5 euros an hour. wtf. then i went shopping. found a pair of brown boots finally! tried them on again the back of the boot is ripped. fuck! cheap ass boots.
after shopping i tried going to open colonna, which is a very well known restaurant here, but it is closed for a private event. it's the second time i've tried to eat there. no luck. then i go to a traditional roman style restaurant. damn was the food good. i had flat bread, artichoke hearts, mushrooms, proscuitto, and tortellini. the tortellini was a bit heavy on salt but still tasty. then i stayed in, since i'm afraid of italian men. they are just so aggressive. i feel like i cannot go out alone here. ciao bella, oh bellisima, ni hao.

so i woke up at 10 this morning. the hotel serves breakfast till 10. i get down to the breakfast room. it is closed. exactly at 10am. who the fuck does that. this hotel is bullshit. and everytime i come back to the hotel at night, i have to ring the doorbell and wait for the guy working night shift to wake up to open the door for me. wtf.

i did my last little bit of shopping and toured around the ancient ruins in the middle of rome. it's pretty much amazing. it is so weird walking through these ruins and being in the middle of a big city. i finally did some damage here in rome. 4 pairs of shoes and a purse. i also tried to go to another restaurant ao roma. closed mondays. ps. all of the cool restaurants close on mondays. the end. i leave for san diego tommorow. my flight leaves at 10:30am. that means i go to the train station at 7:25am. it.s now 3:37am. i havent packed. thanks for listening to me rant. see you at home!