BFAM: A fleeting cultural update_

Hi guys,

I haven’t written anything in ages. That, let me clarify, is not due to a distinct lazy trait in my personality, rather, I have a bad case of deep-fashion-thoughts writers block. Articles about the more philosophical and economic side of the fashion industry are unsurprisingly quite difficult to muster up. I have the occasional one that I’m saving for a later date, but rather than keep you all waiting, I thought I’d lighten the tone a little bit.

I want to reiterate, this is not about to become a blog where I tell you all about my daily routine, what I eat for lunch, my workouts or my organisational tips. I am not at all a person attached to routines, nor do I think much about what I put in my body unless it is gooooood, I definitely don’t workout half as much as I should, and by taking one look at my bedroom and many of you would understand why I won’t be giving you guys wholesome advice about stationery or labelling your clothes drawers.

This, however, is also not intended as a subliminal stab at the more conventional blogger. I’m just not a conventional blogger. It’s not ME and I feel like anyone who reads my stuff is entitled to a depiction as close to my personality as possible. I want everyone who reads my blog to know and (granted, perhaps not always) understand me. That is why, I’ve decided to do an FCU (fleeting cultural update) as often as I can. What books I’m reading, what films I’m watching, what music I’m listening to and the places I’ve been to might interest you, or at the very least, give you an insight into what I’m all about.

So, without further ado, here is your first FCU

(omg that just rhymed)

Films I’ve watched and enjoyed:

I’m a self confessed horror movie buff to the extent that I have watched every good (and bad) one that you’ll find in that genre on Netflix. I’ve also found a new love: spanish horror films. Given the last film I watched, this is a saga I definitely see continuing.

My most recent escapade into the plane of spanish horror involved the viewing of the film “The Orphanage”. Obviously, if you don’t like horror, you needn’t read about this one.

Without giving too much away, it’s a very beautifully shot film, full of clever allegory. There was little to no use of special effects (apart from the occasional deformed and gory face, but no CGI), something indicative of a good horror, and a plot line that baffles and yet solves itself all at one time. You slowly become more and more attached to the protagonist, shifting through her emotions with her as the story (and she) unravels. It’s an exploration of nostalgia and childhood mixed in with a hint of fate and faith.

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I’ve also developed an interest for coming-of-age films. One of which is a film entitled “The Dreamers”, which is a film filled to the brim with the fascination, passion and both sexual, intellectual awakening an adolescent might experience regardless of time or place. The film really does make me want to spend forever in Paris, watch black and white films all day and bathe in my youth while it lasts.

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Now, onto BARS!:

Last night was supposed to be a low key evening, with a maximum of one drink, no bank breaking whatsoever, and yet, I found myself deep in the underground of Florence, at my new home, Rasputin; a mahogany candlelit paradise. The bar beneath the street can only be found behind a series of paintings in a wall, the perfect facade for a speakeasy door in Florence, the home of the Italian renaissance.  A framed sketch slides back and you’re greeted with welcoming eyes. You delve down into chandeliers and darkened rooms and a lull of chat descends upon your ears. I ordered an admittedly extortionate “Rose of the Underground”, the most aromatic yet homely drink I’ve ever had.

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And to round off this little rant, let’s finish with books:

First off, Dante’s Divine Comedy. I’m in Florence, of course I’m going to read it… It’s classic and surprisingly accessible.

I’ve picked up a habit of reading a critical analysis of Alfred Hitchcock films then watching the films, spotting things as I go along. As someone who knows very little about the semantics of film, I would recommend that method of watching any vaguely iconic film, the appreciation of them is always vastly increased.

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Hope you enjoyed this little moment,

Yours truly,

Issi,

your BFAM x

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