Beijing Opera, a set on Flickr.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Friday, 10 June 2011
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Camille Claudel
Camille Claudel, a woman possessing everything that a man desires: a striking beauty, extraordinary talents, a strong character with audacity and determination, a rebelling spirit. She scorned the bourgeois, could not fit to the society at that time. all these are like a prophecy for her tragic, dramatic, but also astonishing life.
La rencontre entre Rodin et Camille est ainsi "fateful". Il est tombé sous son charme. Il la considérait comme sa muse. Elle l'admirait. Elle a "lost her mind" pour lui. Leur amour était si intense, voire de la folie.
L'amour est doux, mais aussi amer, comme un drogue, comme une poison. C'est grâce à cet amour passionant entre Rodin et Claudel que nous pouvons voir aujourd'hui des magnifiques statues, tel que L'abandon, L'âge mûr, La Danaide, La valse, et bien sûr, le fameux "Le baiser". Mais c'est aussi cet amour déchirant qui a détruit la vie d'une grande artiste.
Dans le film, Adjani était si belle avec ses grands yeux bleus. Mais quand j'ai trouvé une photo de Camille Claudel sur internet, c'est totalement une autre person. Les yeux de Camille montre tout: sa détermination, une maturité, la confidence en elle, mais aussi la tritesse.
La rencontre entre Rodin et Camille est ainsi "fateful". Il est tombé sous son charme. Il la considérait comme sa muse. Elle l'admirait. Elle a "lost her mind" pour lui. Leur amour était si intense, voire de la folie.
L'amour est doux, mais aussi amer, comme un drogue, comme une poison. C'est grâce à cet amour passionant entre Rodin et Claudel que nous pouvons voir aujourd'hui des magnifiques statues, tel que L'abandon, L'âge mûr, La Danaide, La valse, et bien sûr, le fameux "Le baiser". Mais c'est aussi cet amour déchirant qui a détruit la vie d'une grande artiste.
Dans le film, Adjani était si belle avec ses grands yeux bleus. Mais quand j'ai trouvé une photo de Camille Claudel sur internet, c'est totalement une autre person. Les yeux de Camille montre tout: sa détermination, une maturité, la confidence en elle, mais aussi la tritesse.
Friday, 20 May 2011
La fin
True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you!
A sentence that I have seen on weibo during the day, came true at night. After three years up and down, it's time to make it an end, it's time to let it go and move on. I know this is the right decision, but I still cried. It's been long time that I haven't cried like that, like a baby, but with a broken heart. It's not that I wanna go back and save this relationship, it's just too sad when two persons who love each other can't be happy together.
Thursday, 19 May 2011
Inception
Time, location, people... all could be deceiving.
After having lived for 7 years in Europe, I finally came back to China, to Beijing. In this city, I was born, I have spent my childhood, primary school and middle school. In this city, I have met the first true love in my life, I have got the first job. It was also the city that I tried to get as far away as possible when I reached 18 years old.
Now, I finally came back. It's been one year and half now, but it seems several years already. Am I getting too old and lost my memories?
I guess Beijing is one of the cities that change at the highest pace in the world. During 7 years' in Europe, I came back home only twice. Each time was like a new exploration. Remember that the first time I came back home, after 3 years without seeing my family, I could not even find my home any more. New routes, new buildings, new bridges... Since when Beijing has became such a mega city!!
But today, I suddenly had a feeling that I had never left Beijing and Beijing had not changed at all. When I walked on the street after work, the lights, the cars, the buildings, the people, the air, the noise, I feel so familiar, everything around me is just a structure, a framework. I am still myself, the same person as when I was 18 years old. Maybe with a few winkles on my face, but nothing else has changed. Like the smell of Beijing in Spring, it's never changed.
Strangely, a few minutes later, I felt that I was in Paris again, just with different decorations and different color of people. But you are still there, se balader with me, holding my hands and making me laugh. We walked back home from UGC in La Defense to Puteaux. How strange is that?
Maybe everything was just a dream, like the Inception, someone designed an atmosphere a decoration, a scenario for me. One day, I may wake up and see the reality, or maybe I'll be inserted into another dreamland?
After having lived for 7 years in Europe, I finally came back to China, to Beijing. In this city, I was born, I have spent my childhood, primary school and middle school. In this city, I have met the first true love in my life, I have got the first job. It was also the city that I tried to get as far away as possible when I reached 18 years old.
Now, I finally came back. It's been one year and half now, but it seems several years already. Am I getting too old and lost my memories?
I guess Beijing is one of the cities that change at the highest pace in the world. During 7 years' in Europe, I came back home only twice. Each time was like a new exploration. Remember that the first time I came back home, after 3 years without seeing my family, I could not even find my home any more. New routes, new buildings, new bridges... Since when Beijing has became such a mega city!!
But today, I suddenly had a feeling that I had never left Beijing and Beijing had not changed at all. When I walked on the street after work, the lights, the cars, the buildings, the people, the air, the noise, I feel so familiar, everything around me is just a structure, a framework. I am still myself, the same person as when I was 18 years old. Maybe with a few winkles on my face, but nothing else has changed. Like the smell of Beijing in Spring, it's never changed.
Strangely, a few minutes later, I felt that I was in Paris again, just with different decorations and different color of people. But you are still there, se balader with me, holding my hands and making me laugh. We walked back home from UGC in La Defense to Puteaux. How strange is that?
Maybe everything was just a dream, like the Inception, someone designed an atmosphere a decoration, a scenario for me. One day, I may wake up and see the reality, or maybe I'll be inserted into another dreamland?
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