Midnight in Paris

Hello you all, 

I hope you are fine and dandy as I am currently feeling.

I wanted to write this because I just watched Midnight in Paris fo the second time, but the first time after actually visiting and exploring Paris for myself.

Maybe this will read weirdly after little (none at all) distance with watching the film, but I wanted to jot down or try to grasp my, I guess you could say happiness, on watching the film again after experiencing Paris for myself.

The first time I watched Midnight in Paris, was at home in Melbourne on the couch with the rest of my family in the middle of winter. I loved it the first time I watched it and wondered what it would be like to know those places and be able to put them together like a jigsaw puzzle map in my mind after walking those same streets. 

And then I went to Paris, completely forgetting the film, but loving the city and all its individual traits and personalities that fill and make up the city, and how these are different from those personalities of other cities so that they are not all the same and indistinguishable, but each hold their own.

By chance I was reading or watching something online and saw a picture of the movie poster and thought that it would be interesting to watch it again for the second time and see if I could begin the jigsaw map in my head.

 I don't really know what I am trying to say here, but I enjoyed the movie just as much if not more the second time round, and found it quite unbelievable that Paris was able to be captured in such a way that I felt as I was walking the streets at night and seeing for myself why they call Paris 'the city of lights' all over again.

 I don't quite know how to explain it, its as if ... was able to capture my emotions and that feeling you get, the one I always find indescribable, and whenever you try to explain it all you get is you wave your hands in circles to try and get the words out but not a peep comes.

It was just so lovely to have an experience and feelings that I had while walking around Paris expressed outside of myself in a completely different way.

Thats whats so cool about art, when done correctly they express something that you have in yourself that is unexplainable and that you can relate to. Whether it be a painting, be it by a famous artist or a chalk drawing on the pavement.

I always have this fear that if I don't do something ridiculous, like live overseas, or do something random, my life will, not not be of no happiness, but of no importance. Everyone wishes that their life will surmount to something; whether it be important and valuable to themselves or others is all up to the individual, but there is always a nagging voice, and a jab of anxiousness that I need to do something crazy, or brave while I'm young in case I miss out when I'm older.

This has become a waffle, a cream and strawberry waffle.

But all I really meant to say was, as I sat watching Midnight In Paris for the second time, not on my couch at home but on a ferry from Italy to Croatia, on the floor next to the charger so my little computer wouldn't die on me, the minute I started watching the film I was instantly transported back to my two weeks in August, in hot sweaty Paris and that same feeling that I had while I was there appeared in my chest, like you want to dance in the rain and curl into a ball in a blanket at the same time. Like you are singing without making any sound at all.

 I just love that a film can do that, or a book, or a photograph or a painting.

 All in all, what art can do to you.

How very Parisian of me.

Love Katie G xx