Its funny. This is the title of one of my favorite movies...and yet, now im telling it for Paris. I have already praised Paris sooo much here, like everybody does. The city of lights, the city of love, the centre of Mode, taste, sophistication, style etc. But just like in the movie - i advise you all to watch it! - Paris can also transform itself. By 1 am Eiffel goes to sleep. At 1 am she sheds the last glamourous lights on us, not gold glimmering as usual, but silver. After 1 am. everything goes dark. There are some noises of loud festives and cheer voices, harsh clubs, but the rest of the city gets calm and silent.
Have you thought of the taboos of today? I was thinking, when in 2008 you can hardly find anything that we can call a taboo. Sex? It is fashionable, or not obligatory to talk about...as detailed as possible. On wide screens, in the streets, with friends, or at university. Not a taboo anymore. Wars, discrimination, AIDS? All in the campaigns of well-designed advertisements on TV, in the front of Kellog's box, in the latest Cosmo. But there is something that is not so desired to talk about. Maybe because nobody wants to admit it exits. Loneliness, solitude.
Carrie Bredshaw, an icon of all the singles - i also love that serial - but is she really exist? Or it was only created by a bunch of lonely women. In the matter of fact im single. And im not at all proud of it. And for God's sake, im single in Pariiiisssss, the fucking city of love and light. Actually its not about love. When i go to work, each day i wonder: how can people live, walk, shop in Paris, when after a long day they have to go home to an empty flat, to a little, cold uncosy studio, and fearing tomorrow - thinking about how to pay their bills. Yeah, the poverty of modern times is exactly what we can name as a taboo. Im a nounou here in Paris, and i can tell im rare, im white, and when im waitin for my cute kids in front of the school i watch the others. You can see, clearly separate the nannies from the REAL moms: mommies are dressed with elegance and carefree leisure, never unorginazed, always with the perfect bag and a perfect hair. While nannies are sporty with lousy outfits, soooo sooo pathetic looks: simply because they cannot have the luxory to care....
And where does it come to clubcollective? Well, it is to forget that Paris, my beloved city can be sometimes dark, and actually if you ask some of the inhabitants you can see that hundreds, thousands of emmigrants liive here, in the shadow of the lights, passing by Champs Elysée - maybe selling some keyholders, or postcards for the tourists. And they are all alone. The rest? They forget about all the ombres, and sorrow, and seek some pleasure in one of the millions of clubs, and drink some cocktails which's names they cannot even pronounce. And i dont blame them. Because Paris is, finally, the city of lights. And under the lights you feel warm, and comfortable. And not so alone.

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