Beirut’s Art Fair

Beirut’s Art fair, held from September 18th to 21st, yes, i’m a little bit late, was a pleasure for both the heart & the senses,

Beirut and Contemporary Art, two of my favourite entities, joined minds and forces to give us a space for creation, recreation, action and reaction, reminding us to what extent our city is not only rich by its history but also by its its present, one made by its people and their capacities,

A couple of days ago, I stumbled upon an article rating Beirut as one of top-something cities to visit, or something similar, these have been trending lately, and I’m sure a bunch of our homepage has been quite filled with them; that said, what caught my attention was a sentence by the editor describing Beirut “It’s simply a city that won’t die”,

Despite skeptic times, and a bunch of skeptic people, and skeptic me sometimes, I truly believe that it is true,

Beirut is by all means resistance, even if we fail to see this sometimes by our naked eyes,

Art is a form of resistance, Art is Resistance, and its surely is one of Beirut’s most beautiful ways of being,

With respect to Beirut’s and its resistance, I would like to share with you some of my favourite picks, as I hope these would give you a flair of what I’m trying to describe,

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If you failed to attend this fair, check out the different galleries scattered out around Beirut, most of the exposed material is present in galleries in town,

To a city that never ceases to inspire & impress me,

New York, top 7 picks!

New York, september 2013.

New York, a year later in review.

   “New York, electric to the soul, ecstatic to the mind”,  the Huss

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It was sudden, it was brute, so are the best things, they come without prior notice, but they have the strength to swipe you off your feet in a million ways, New York that’s what you are to me.

I never expected to be taken away that fast, my adventure  was one of a kind, that today, one year later I can’t wait to be on your streets again, again and again, ever wandering for more? you-bet-you! seeking that rush of adrenaline, the one that comes from your little hidden gems and beautiful little secret locations, but certainly and most prominently from these people, these encounters, that makes you so special and make me drawn in an infinite realm of possibilities, a city of a million colours, my rainbow city, electric to my soul, ecstatic to my mind,
New York, this one goes out to you,

A year late, top experiences/encounters in replay,
New York in a flair of my own,

1. The Big Number One: Thank you Jamar,

Jamar Thank you! If it weren’t for Jamar, my friend from the UN, I would have never took the courage to take the SPARTAN Training Run, yes the name says it all, it is not as bad but still quite challenging. Most importantly, it was the time I experienced New York in its most beautiful state, somewhere on the corner of 60th street and York Avenue near the Queensboro Bridge Street Bridge, and what a beautiful sight it was.
The site is special in a way that is in the city while being somehow out of it, it is quiet and allows you to be a passive spectacular of this most active city in the world, taking the time to enjoy the New York experience from a distance, quite from far, but still from within. The training took place at sunset which was magical as we got to experience all colours of the city in a rather small time frame that lasted infinitely, most mesmerising view I have had of the city,

2. Cosmopolitan Rides

From the Egyptian taxi driver lecturing a friend of mine on how he should behave with me, how girls are rare to find, to the American taxi driver talking to me about Falafel, Lebanese food, and how the Kardashians are partly lebanese, yes apparently, to advising the best burger in town. To catching these cabs in between a Cuban brunch and an Italian lunch, to smelling a country’s food flavour in the morning, while jumping in another culinary experience in the afternoon, that was what I longed for most, random conversations, random people, holding so much more than random stories and experiences,

3. A Million Buildings’ Stories

One little pass time of mine is looking at buildings, you can imagine what a sight it was looking through the skies of NYC, most of the buildings seen today, date back to the period after the Great Depression, in the early 90s, whereby reform was taking place through mainly a postwar economic boom, I was in search of one peculiar building to proclaim it mine, wanders of the mind, and my heart’s pick was the Chrysler Building, I’d take a picture whenever I see it on the streets, from different angles. It is an Art Deco skyscraper, that should explain my interest in it, what i loved mostly though is the way it stands up high, a timeless piece in an ever-changing landscape,

4. Brooklyn, the Grand

New York, I had 11 full fledge free days to be exact, without work, and actual side-work, and I can say that from these 11, I had spent at least a third in Brooklyn. Brooklyn is Brooklyn, its brooklyn the grand, our love is not a hipster kind of love, but its a love for everything authentic and genuine, something you are surely to find there,

5. My Little Daily Routine

Food and sleep lover, I would deprive myself from the second, to meet my first every morning, treating myself every time to an overall breakfast experience, this was the top notch of my day. The other involved daily work routine, eating mint and chocolate M&M’s with Elnari, discussing Middle-Eastern issues with Vanessa, grabbing lunch with Patrick or Jee Eun and crashing parties, that was a first, it was on my to-do-list definitely and well I did it! It wouldn’t have been twice as much the fun without Nana’s remarks on young hot arab men, Maya’s explanation for what goes around behind the scenes, without attending a country’s ceremony, saying hello proudly in arabic, noting Lebanon is not there, realising I’m my country’s only representative as discourses are tensed between both nations, taking that super photo we have been waiting for with Vanny, teasing geoffrey, having a wonderful look from the 37th floor And And And, the list goes on!

Not that much of a routine after all, I had my comfort zone as I had my little surprises, a perfect balance and a resume of my new york experience,

6. The One with the Birthday Girl,

When one of my friends Rosie had her birthday, I spent one of the nicest nights in New York, I call it the ultimate new york experience that I believe you should try at least once, I couldn’t go out much as I had a lot of responsibilities but that night was one to remember; just do it once, go to that really good restaurant, rent a limo with your friends, continue to that really nice party, end the night in a Korean Karaoké box, it is worth every second, i think what made it super special was it was my close friends birthday and we were happy (and a bit drunk) but that said I do it all over again,

7. My encounters with  Zeina, Maria, Robert, Kim, Dalia, Maryline, Elie, and Mira

This has a little ring of Lebanese names; when I first came to New York, there was only a couple of people I knew, and that was what I told my friend-slash-coworker- who, every time I’d see someone I knew or I knew-through-someone, would be to say the least quite surprised, from Zeina who took care of me as one of her owns, to Sako running in Central Park, Robert, who didn’t know me then but insisted to lend me his covers, Mira randomly entering the restaurant I was leaving, Kim and Dalia with yet another awesome birthday, Maria, Nour and their introduction to respectively food and music, and all things I love to Maryline whom I met randomly, shared more than one meal and life stories with,

this all seemed quite familiar, it brought me a little sense of home, and made me feel i fit just right in this city of eight million, a bit more, souls,

one with a soul of its own,

Citation du Jour

La vie est une chose grave,

il faut gravir.

Pierre Reverdy.

| gravir: Monter avec effort

Plus apte de La vie est une valse à plein temps, à son propre temps, il va falloir danser, ceci est une petite pensée à un de mes profs préférés qui m’a rappelé aujourd’hui un côté un peu plus exigeant, merci,

Mangeons des beignets d’Acacia, un dernier tour en Campagne

Dernier tour en Campagne, dernière escapade du week-end, on répond à l’invitation des voisins d’en face, ceux qu’on avait vu à l’église ce matin même, on s’y rend en voiture, on fait ces quelque mètres en voiture, le tonnerre s’annonce et voilà qu’il pleut quand on arrive;

Pour se réchauffer de la pluie, rien de plus chaleureux que ce couple de Rabastens, à l’accent du sud-ouest et aux grands sourires, qui nous font non seulement visiter leur ferme mais qui nous invitent à boire et à manger des beignets,

On parle de Guillaume, d’Audrey, de la soeur d’Audrey, de leurs étés à la piscine, des projets entrepreneuriats de Laura, d’Eurocopter, de la Chine, du Liban, et puis surtout on découvre les Beignets d’Acacia.

Quand la mère d’Audrey nous propose des Beignets, naïve que je suis, j’imagine mes petits beignets sucrés. miam.miam.miam. Puis elle nous annonce qu’elle va chercher les fleurs d’Acacia pour préparer les beignets, vu que personne réplique sur table, tout le monde semble s’y faire, bon, je me dis que les fleurs c’est pour donner peut-être un petit goût..vous imaginez un peu ma surprise, quand cinq minutes plus tard, les beignets d’Acacia, enfin de fleurs, sont posés devant moi. Savez vous mangez des fleurs, ma version Provence de savez vous mangez des choux, se joue, dans ma tête, on essaye quand même, ça sera limite, tout carrément impoli si on mange pas, et c’est là qu’on est très agréablement surpris.

Un Délice,

Beignets d'Acacia

Photo Prise d’Internet

La recette, on ne l’a pas encore essayé, entre temps, vous pouvez vous y mettre ici:

http://www.marmiton.org/recettes/recette_beignets-de-fleurs-d-acacia_12505.aspx

Alors oui les fleurs, ça se mange, avec du sucre, c’est très bon, et c’est encore meilleur en campagne et en bonne compagnie,

Merci encore,

Adieu Rabastens.

 

 

L’Italie aux couleurs de mon appareil Panoramique

L’Italie, pays fétiche, destination préférée, de sa capitale, à ses gens, surtout à sa nourriture, et à mes villes préférées; ici, en snapshot,

Napoli

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Un Dimanche Matin à Rabastens

Religieuse ou pas, conviction qui ne concerne que moi, j’ai toujours était attiré par les églises, les églises, les gens qui s’y rendent, ceux qui s’assoient à l’entrée, les autres qui se tiennent dans la cour, ceux qui prient, les autres qui contemplent.

Les gens qui contemplent, je crois que j’en fait partie; cette activité était bien belle cette année, surtout en la partageant avec un ami, lui qui en avait fait une habitude familiale de visiter des églises, d’étudier les fresques, les couleurs, de discerner les différents styles, les différentes époques; c’est avec lui, entre autres, que j’ai fait ma plus belle découverte cette année un dimanche matin à Rabastens.

Église Notre-Dame du Bourg de Rabastens 

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C’est souvent dans les lieux improbables que se cachent les plus beaux joyaux, cette église en est un des plus beaux, la preuve en est elle est classée au Patrimoine Mondial de l’UNESCO. Mon petit penchant, ma petite préférence est pour son style gothique méridional et ses peintures murales; si jamais vous êtes de passage en Midi-Pyrénées, faites en sorte de visiter cette petite merveille,

À nos voyages, à ces endroits à ces églises qu’on a pas encore visité,

À se croire dans un tableau d’Auguste, Renoir.

Il y a des moments qu’on partage qui sont si beaux, si purs, qu’on a pas envie d’en parler, on aimerai garder ces petits moments là à nous, rien qu’à nous, comme un petit trésor auquel on tient et que l’on voudrait pas lâcher; on vit dans un monde où tout se partage, alors pourquoi ne pas garder ces.petits.moments.là rien qu’à nous?

Quand on tient à un souvenir, quand je tiens à un souvenir, à un jeu ou à un garçon, quand j’y tiens vraiment, du fond de mon petit coeur, je m’abstiens d’en parler, le silence, voyez-vous, en dit beaucoup plus long, en dit souvent plus, que quelque paroles éparpillés par-ci, par là.

Mais pour faire hommage à cet endroit, cet endroit qui m’a tellement marqué, je partage, je me fais un peu moins égoiste, quoique je ne fais que partager des photos et une chanson; des photos et une chanson qui en disent beaucoup plus long, que quelque mots éparpillés par ci, par là.

Les mots vous le savez, les mots je vous l’aurai précisé, ne font souvent pas justice.

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Merci à vous tous,

Merci Guillaume!