Hey Love’s! So OBVIOUSLY I missed a coupla journal entry days. I’ve been hangin out with mom n dad looking for vacant taxi’s in NYC. There’s no gas in NY if you haven’t heard and half the cities lights are still out. But, I’m cool. God’s good.
Anyway, back to my journal entries:
So if you can recall, the last entry, I had just arrived in Paris. I’d fallen in love with a DJ and a coupla new friends.
I spent day 7 with a group of beautiful people I’d met in Paris called “Kuduristas” from Angola. They were in Paris filming dance off’s all throughout Paris. Todays stop was “THE EIFFEL TOWER!”. I went with my new bestie Lafayette (who I introduced you to in my Amsterdam entries). We had to run to the phone shop first. She needed a new phone and guess who we saw at the phone store just buying a phone?!!! The guy who married Charlotte in Sex And The City!!!! Yes!! So I took a pic with him like SUCH A FAN. I’m so embarrassed. I kinda never do that… but what ever.
Anyway, skip ahead to the Eiffel Tower. Its everything it’s s’pose to be… darling tourist walking around speaking every language. And the crepes. Not the best in Paris but EVER so yummy… Nutella flavor, always.
Now it’s time for the dancers to get it poppin. Their crew set up the “stage” and cameras and the people began to gather around. I’m not sure if its okay to say who I was hanging with… They’re kinda famous in their country so I’m leaving their name out BUT, we were sitting together watching as the dancers began to warm up.
Now in NYC we have all types of dance. Break, Pop & Lock, Tap, Broadway style, Ballet, Modern, Afro Brazilian, Salsa… Just come hang with me for a day at any dance school in Manhattan (try googling “Broadway Dance Center”) and you’ll be exposed to most dances under the sun. With all I’ve seen, I’m not easily moved. Today when those dancers began to move their bodies they whined their hips, popped ALL their joints, broke, VOGUED (YASS HONEY!),Hypheed, and even impersonated ANIMALS, I cried. Yep, camera in hand, I cried. They were triumphant. I knew many of their stories. Some of them had no real bed to sleep in. Some were hungry. But they were so proud. So beautiful. One was a beautiful dark skinned young man with Chris Brown blonde hair. I was so impressed with each of them. One was a beautiful chocolate hued diva with gold sequined shorts and a black fitted with metal spikes all over it (Very Opening Ceremony … google it).
They had a little segment where they teach you what’s called “ The Family Dance”… of course I joined the stage to learn it… Kinda remniscent of the Electric Slide. Super fun. I cried again… Maybe it was the sun. Maybe it was the Eiffel Tower. Maybe it was the fact that countries joined together to dance underneath one sky when some countries have war, some have famine, some have black, brown, yellow or white. It was unity and laughter. That always makes me emotional. Art brings people together. I pride myself in being some sort of a contributor to that fact. (By The Way, speaking of foreign relations, Vote For Obama tomorrow).
I fell in love with the Kuduristas. As soon as I was done with the day, I wrote a song called “Kuduristas”. We later videoed them dancing to the beat of the song I wrote. I’ll share it with you later…
We all went out to eat at a super fancy restaurant. It was dope to see a bunch of blue hoodies and tims seated around a long table with real silver forks and knives, china and the most DELISCIOUS Turkish food I’ve had since my trip to Berlin a liitle while back with mom. We had rose water ice cream for desert. I cried again. If anyone was interested in falling in love with me at that moment, they could have. My kind of romance looks this way. Brown skin, Hip Hops finest gear, Miguel playing in the background and some fancy candle lit ish. Wale and the Ritz. Nas and a jet to Dubai. That beautiful contrast. Dreads and crystal. Denim and marble. Diddy called it Ghetto Fabulous. Paris calls it Favela Chic. I call it #RichHipster .
I have the words “Hopeful Romantic” tattooed at the top of my shoulder blades (I don’t talk much about my tats but I have a point). There are two love birds underneath them. Maybe my idea of romance doesn’t always involve a boy. Romance is the life I live. Daring to imagine that everyday is purposed and full of meaning. There’s a great story being told at the end of every road. Everyone has beauty somewhere if you just look for it. I’m a little naïve. It’s true. But I’m in love. All day long. Constantly dreaming. Constantly believing and always experiencing “Love Moments” like this.
I say “XO” on Tumblr and Twitter all the time. And I really mean it. Why not? We all get hurt. Enjoy the good parts. They happen.
- The Eiffel tower – I imagined for a moment being photographed in an aline dress like Audrey Hepburn
- The Kuduristas
- THE GUY FROM SEX AND THE CITY
- Those crepes…
- The #RichHipster experience at the long table at dinner time
- Dancing with a hundred strangers. Everyone’s sky is blue… We can dance under it, or fight under it. No matter what we do beneath the sky, the day belongs to us and we choose how to live it. Unified, or at war. Lets dance together.
-Chris (That’s how I usually introduce myself. Chris. Most people don’t know my name. So, hey, my name’s Chris. It’s good to meet you.)