Monthly archive July, 2011

Best of London: Hyde Park

Rainy Day in London

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I went to visit the famous Hyde Park the day before I left London. I don’t remember that day so well because I was in a veiled space, wrapped in the muslin of my thoughts. I wanted to reach out to people but I didn’t want to talk. Maybe it’s because I was about to leave the city the next day and I wanted to be quiet so as to absorb and take all the sounds with me. Judy Dench‘s character in A Room with a View tells her friend to sniff, sniff Florence because every city has its own scent. I think every place has its own distinct sound. Maybe we need a blind man with superior olfactory and auditory faculties to tell us…

And so I was tumbling in my head and the garden was like the perfect place to be, where we could be together and yet not talk. It reminded me of how once we had learned to talk with our movements, with our bodies. People don’t talk about body language anymore but about email etiquette. No one under 35 has said the term “body language” to me in recent memory.

In the garden, people walked hand in hand and sometimes photographed one another from afar. It was lovely to be together and not overwhelm each other with words, which sometimes are just empty bullets. They reach the target but have no impact. It was was delightful to be in a space where people were living for living’s sake; we were not trying to get anywhere.

It was so beautiful that even though it started to rain, I walked in my cheap sandals under the drizzle with my blue umbrella knocking against my head as I bent to smell (and photograph) the fragrant flowers.
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Old couples gaily sauntered through the reeds and kids swung from the trees. {Kids still do that? I must get myself to the rivers and dells more often…}
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European Beech tree or Fagus sylvatica, if you fancy.

I do believe that nature restores health. I grew up in a big noisy bustling city, Port-au-Prince.  Since then I’ve always lived in urbanite areas – some busier than others, but always places with public transportation, which my basic requirement for a city. But I spent summers in the countryside with my grandmother. My parents, now in their mid-life triumph {my parents have done this whole crisis thing backward, when they approached 50 they got exponentially more confident and generally more awesome in every way} moved to a woodsy bowl of quietude, with gold fish lapping in the lake in the backyard. I call this the country but the United States Government calls it a CDP {Census-Designated-Place}. Neither city nor country; no public transport, no cows.

At any rate, I swear this woodsy CDP is having an invigorating effect on them. Whenever I visit them my skin stretches taut and I feel bold and alive. It’s wonderful.

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Visit a park this weeek or at least read an Emily Dickinson poem.  Emily Dickinson is the Queen of nature poetry to me. Dickinson is the pure unalloyed fantasy love for the earth and its sprouts.
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Best of London: Portobello Market

The Market is a feast for the eyes! You can buy anything here. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone had a license to sell dogs, or Britain’s third favorite pet, rabbits, in the market.

Portobello Market had the friendly atmosphere of a place where you could come to get to know the vendors (and even ask them to look out for a specific piece for you!). You do not have to buy anything to enjoy the Market. You could just walk around and enjoy the show. From trinket-y jewelry to collectibles for your favorite aunt. Portobello is also the thrift clothing buyer’s friend. There were many worn but well-kept pieces around.

If you love a trend and just can’t let go, I say go to the source. For example, I love the brown satchels. They were everywhere in London. Some stores offer the plasticine leathers which are nicely affordable but they may start to look like dead fish scales after a few months and eventually peel off. When there’s something I’d like to keep wearing time and time again, I look for an original, more durable version. In the end, the faux-leather and the real thing will cost about the same, if patience prevails. Portobello was a trove of satchels, old medical bags, portmanteaux, etc. Whatever size or texture you wanted, they had it.

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Here you can also buy china and vintage silverware for your old aunt who still thinks gold and silver are the best monetary currencies.

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The old adage the early bird catches the worn is certainly true in Portebello Market. I arrived around 10 am and by then there was already a swarm of people crawling slowing down Portello Road, the main avenue along which vendors park.

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Traveling and food are inextricably linked because sitting down to eat is something we all have in common. Food also teaches us about  people’s personalities and culture. I recently spent time in Germany with 11 other people at a journalism conference. We were all from different places. Every morning the Brits – three business partners who got along like chums but could not be more different both in physiognomy and personality- ate soft boiled eggs. Then they would be the only three people comment on the runningness of the thing. I wondered if this was cultural because the northerners, Dutch and Swedes, ate large amounts of ham and then almost always had cereals. There was a Turkish guy there, who spoke little but always poignantly when he did. I deduced from his vegetarianism and absences before meals that he was a devout Muslim. Unlike his colleague who demanded that we stopped talking about whether Hillary Clinton after dinner. “Boring,” he shouted at us. He wanted to play techno-jazz and “party.”

In London, the food was, like the people multicultural. I didn’t look for it but I bet there’s an actually good Haitian restaurant somewhere in the city. If you woke up early on a Saturday morning and fancied the fresh air but wanted the French café food, head to Portobello Market.

Besides the bric-à-brac section where you can buy all sorts things there is a stretch of food vendors. You can buy anything from kabobs to paella. My favorite stands were the pastries and baked goods!

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I don’t know what it is about having food splayed before me in stands and on tables that thrills me so. Maybe it’s because it’s like a party with strangers without the awkward mingling parts. People  mellow when their appetites are piqued. Maybe it’s a chemical response in the brain. We stress and worry as a response to scarcity, to safeguard ourselves against missing out on things. The sight of so much food, which is the very first thing man desires, is an immediate sign of abundance so we are suddenly free from want, free from worry. We are about to eat!

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One of the best things about Portebello Market is the pleasure of just eating and people watching. People sat down on the sidewalks and ate with their fingers. In one corner, a school of small musicians delighted a crowd of adults. I looked startled at the growing crowd but they were pleased their efforts had not fallen on deaf ears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Saturday well-spent in Lodon!

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friends {feminism} with benefits

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A book published in 1962 before the Women’s Liberation movement took full form. It challenges notions of women’s sexuality, political involvement and what it means to be a mother by presenting a new kind of woman as if she already existed (though at the time it would be difficult to find such women). A woman with a “man’s attitude” which means that she sees herself as valid, equal, sexual, competent, parental as a man – no more, no less. A woman who does not need to compare herself or draw herself in contrast to a man to define herself. A woman who is first and only an individual, representative of humanity, just as man has always been taught to see himself as mensch, an embodiment of all that the human psyche can do, all that the human heart can bear.

It is a stupendous feat. I say this with a thud, as if I were smacking the whole of that heavy tome – 576 pages – on the desk to emphasize. It is that good.

And all that I have written above stands for the new Mila Kunis/Justin Timberlake transport of fun called Friends with Benefits.

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A feminist theme ran surreptitiously below The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing. Usually novels about women are only about women falling in love or as mothers. But this novel is about an era in history – the end of Stalinism, the disillusionment of many international Communists who saw that their ideal was earnest and good and yet still unrealistic. It was a time when people were trying to be good in a grand way. Social justice meant I must become an outspoken Communist or go to Africa and educate the villagers about their rights against colonialism. Novels of this kind of heft usually front a male protagonist. Anna Wulf was involved in activism in Central Africa before she became a committed Communist in the 1950s. The novel deals with political themes from Anna’s perspective, taking for granted that she is a woman.

So often things are presented from “the woman’s perspective” and this upsets me. If the perspective is good and balanced, why can’t it stand alone? Your views on the world as just as valid as any man’s. Let not the words, “sorry, but as a woman…” never trespass your lips. Speak on, Friend.

The Golden Notebook is also about love and loneliness and pride. To say “I need” is very unattractive to people but so is “I will give” for as Bette Midler said “it’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give.” People are afraid to give because they are afraid of being exploited but they are equally afraid of being taken (seriously). They are afraid someone will look at them and say “you were great.” A pressure would rise within. They’d have to live up to actually being a good human being. Or a great lover. Or a great friend. Have you ever meant that person who seems bent on establishing that he is, above all, average? He is not great so don’t you go expecting too much of him.

The protagonist Anna Wulf is recovering from a double shot of depression: a break-up and writer’s block. Michael, an ex-Commie from Eastern Europe who cried in his sleep left her. Frontiers of War, the best-seller Anna wrote torments her because it celebrates the hysterical jolliness that infects most war movies and books. It is as though the characters are trying to spend their lives away faster, experimenting with themselves in the most reckless ways they can because they are afraid (of dying). It is like the now proverbial fight against the dying of the light. It is the same impulse that leads bored adults to happy hour at 3 pm and kids to do pot before their teens.

Anna is like The New York Times photographer Kevin Carter who shot himself after taking a picture of a child falling prey to a vulture during a major famine in Sudan. Her writer’s block stems from her guilt at having benefitted from people’s misfortunes, at having made something so delightful, so beautiful from something so frightful, so ugly. War. Oppression. Racism.

A book that challenges my pre-conceived notions is a winner! To be honest I hated parts of the book because I felt Lessing was speaking for women when she spoke of Anna. I did not agree with all of Anna’s choices. And then I realized this story is about one woman, not womanhood -whatever that might be. And, suddenly, I realized that women at times show split personalities: a whole, human personality and a woman-personality, as if being a woman was something apart. But men are always men. Then I saw that the greatest protest that I can make is to see myself as one individual, complete and representative of humanity.

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The new film Friends With Benefits was a complete joy to watch. Finally we have a woman in a romantic comedy who is a complete individual. Her ideas and opinions are not “the way girls think.” They are just ideas and opinions. And a male character that speaks -I hope- of the maturity of our generation. He accepts and recognizes her as his equal, as another individual.

This movie takes flight where other rom-coms floundered -right on the hardened stereotypes. The plot is not new. Two people, Jamie and Dylan, meet under contrived circumstances. She’s cute and outgoing. He’s sensitive and attractive. They become friends and then friends with benefits. And then they fuss over exactly what they are involved in. What’s our status? What’s your static, why can’t this be like before? Because I’ve grown up with you and I’d like you to grow up with me. Let’s do a grown-up thing and, like, fall in love!

We all watch romantic comedies and we all make fun of them. But Friends With Benefits sold itself by making fun of itself. This is a great example of how a creative mind -or minds {script credits go to Keith Merryman, David Newman and Will Gluck}- can take something stale and infuse it with life again.

Besides boasting a smart theme, the movie is hilarious. The entire theatre rioted with laughter.

Mila Kunis is becoming one my favorite actors. Some people are good at one role and they kick it hard every time. They become a kind of standard for that kind of role. When you think of the mafia you will always think of the guys from The Godfather or Goodfellas. Any new mafia movie either break down the mold and instantly blows our collective mind or it squeezes awkwardly back into the mold. Such a movie is boring and impertinent. I mean, c’mon! It’s the Godfather. Show some respect! Innovate.

Kunis is a nimble actress, able to go in one scene from tough Working Girl to seductive Girl Next Door just with her face. Justin Timberlake still uses too many hand gestures – perhaps a vestigial quirk from his boy-band days. However, Timberlake strikes the right tone with every joke so I will say he totally brought the FunnyBack. He does know how to act, as he promised in that shy S&M tinged pop song that I will go on record admitting I love.

{OK, I also liked N’Sync. But definitely not 98°}

It is a studio-made rom-com and this is America; happy endings are complementary.   At last Jamie and Dylan talk and uncloak themselves (figuratively because they already did it literally in the first 20 minutes of the film) before one another. I have daddy issues. You have mommy issues. Let’s fall in love!  They go eat a burger together and then they kiss. And then do some other stuff some perv will probably play on repeat.

Stand out!

One of my greatest obstacles in life is being afraid of standing out.

If you are afraid to stand out you will never embarrass yourself. You will always walk safely within the lines. If you are afraid to stand out you will never surprise yourself either. You will always walk safely within the lines, where every other fearful souls creep. I know that my best life is outside of those lines. So I say to myself be outstanding.

Do different. Do upside down. Fail. Overachieve. Stand out.

That’s the challenge I’ve set for myself until I totally forget what conformity is.

CrisamongLondoners