FEEL IT

Call it crazy – while I was walking home from a totally random evening through the first summer rain with my new Saint Laurent sunglasses on at 2.30 am, I was holding on for some minute, simply to feel this very special drops of water flowing down my skin. I felt the rain. This first forerunner of some steamy, hot days in July smelled like fresh and new life – the heated asphalt, the dry soil getting wet and fulfilling the city with a gorgeous scent of summer. So I was standing in the middle of somewhere in this city, as some issue came up my mind: why do we always have to run? I mean literally rain by itself is the best example showing us, that we are hardly able to sustain even the mightily simplest situations without running. Is it again a primary instinct everyone is with or are we always trying to break out of something, somebody supposes us to stand inside?

To get craziness a bit further I sat down on a park bench, to watch people chasing through the night and escaping the wet weather. Running might be actually one of the rather few things people are still capable to do perfectly it does not matter where or when. For some, the special something our lives hold back for us will never be even attainable, as they find themselves on a steady marathon from one stage to the next: High School – College – Job – Career – Death. Where is the space for some experience left? When do we ever have the fortune to get what we want ourselves to be?

A rather wise man once gave me great advise by telling me: Darling. Stay young as long as you have the chance to be – than this is the only and single time in your life, in which your experiences are still able to form you and your style. What if every single raindrop I felt during this night represents some piece of experience and what if I would simply rush through the summer storm, driven by the basic thought of being successful some when in my future thereness? What if I would miss every single of that drops, because I thought of something pathetically more important? If I run right now, will I be happy at an age of forty-something or will I finally decide to run away to live a life I always wanted to? Running again? Tragic, as we often even cannot recognize, that it stays basically in our hands to pattern a life the way we want it to be, ahead a view of expectations. Maybe we should start to feel the rain, instead of getting wet.

Cheers

Lorax

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USUSAL UNUSUALNESS

So – what is usual? Can we still afford a rather outmoded understanding of judging someone or something normal or usual in a modern and seemingly tolerant world? I led even this discussion with my mother at our weekendly shopping tour. So what is this fragile and more or less social construct of usualness about? Both of us agreed, that though we all seem to live in the very same world our lives couldn’t even be more different as they are. I mean all this variety of social origin and standard coinciding in totally ordinary places like cinemas or supermarkets are scary and calming at the same time. Weird, isn’t it? I am asking myself if my very own life is really that normal I often would like to declare it. Obviously, compared to the lady refilling the shelves of the drug store I went to since the age of five my life is everything but not normal – so my mom glancing at my Rolex with a wink.

While I was waiting for some friends for the five o’clock tea at the Four Seasons (so far, so normal) I had some time left to observe the audience. I do actually adore hotel lobbies, as they reflect this international spirit I do miss this often in our small city, which does always want to reflect much more as it is. This very special lounge brings you back to a time, when grand-hotels were really grand. The thing I appreciate the most is, that you find at this history-charged place nearly every extravagance of human and material nature: One of the biggest, most exquisite champagne selections, the sophisticated British couple celebrating a Gin Tonic via some luxury tourists with the typical glance of expectations in the eyes, through to the gold-caged Arabs, wrapped into the latest collection of Louis Vuitton. All this is though a certain usualness in a very certain world with all habitudes and behaviors it brings with it. You may say, that of course all this stuff is not that reachable for a huge part of our society, but nevertheless it is simply a common or just normal way of lifestyle to the people, who are and will be familiar with.

Maybe we have to reframe and redefine a difference between normal and usual. Seen in a more usual way, usualness is not really to describe by a term like normal, but more with something like different, and that may be the reason why we rather often define issues, that are not that usual to ourselves as everything, but not normal – just because they simply are different. But do we have to judge about something just because we actually don’t understand?

Back to the drug store seller I had to admit, that I didn’t understand how someone could lead a life like she does, just out of the reason that I will maybe never understand how she ever will feel complete – and again: am I allowed to judge over her, only because something seems different to myself? Actually not, do I? I mean how can I even compare my very own situation to hers? She may be happy with her choice and fully regulated daily routine, even if someone like me would never even consider choosing to be someone she represents.

Going to the other extreme I should describe a guy I met a few days ago at my favorite bar; as well a hotel lobby, as the most interesting people spend their time that may have left from their journey, at the very own hotel. So this guy, as a complete opposite to the drug store lady was the classic PR manager, probably working in fashion industry. Dressed more than expensive but completely in black and ultra-extraordinary, jewelry everywhere with dark shades at 10 p.m., a tremendous laugh and stuck at the mobile for more than three drinks. Though I firstly smiled at him I immediately reconsidered the discussion about usualness. He is different – simply diverse to the most male examples this world showed until now, but he still is in full faith of his very own attitude by dismissing the conventions someone like everybody wanted to put him into. He remains true to his self, and this may be the point what turns usualness into something normal. By being faithful to the very own appearance, everything you will make becomes something normal and turns your usualness into something more common, simply out of a reason of charisma.

Karl Lagerfeld once said, that today the world is different, so you have to make it differently. Maybe this stays an answer about how usualness or unusualness might be seen in the future – just different!

Cheers

Lorax