I felt compelled to write today.
This week has been a hard, stinging slap in the face of awareness for mental health. The world has lost not only one, but TWO brilliant, creative and influential minds/beings/souls.
Yes, I’m a fashion, makeup, and beauty junkie through my core, but if I lost all my money, I’d do whatever it took, not get a new pair of shoes or a handbag, but I’d do whatever it took to get my next train ticket or plane ticket to my next stop in the world. (def starting on the Eurasian continent, obvi). Sure that denim skirt or that Gucci belt will last you a long time, but that experience you had on the Danube River, or the views from the Acropolis will last you until your last memory escapes from existence.
Anthony Bourdain was a pure inspiration to me. I’ve watched almost all episodes of his shows – No Reservations and Parts Unknown – travelled to all parts of the world, even to parts of the world I never thought I had wanted to go. Everything that he did, okay almost everything that he did, I wanted to do when I visited that place. And I say almost, because sometimes his travels were a tad bit grungey. But that’s what I absolutely adored about him and his style. He travelled to places in a manner where he sought to engrain himself in the people, the food, the culture, as if he himself were a local.
“I think food, culture, people and landscape are all absolutely inseperable”
Which is EXACTLY how I love to travel. I want to feel as though I’m a part of the place I’ve wandered to. I like to immerse myself in it all, leaving my heart in the soil of this strange, new, exciting land; traveling in a way where each time I leave a foreign land, my heart hurts with nostalgia, learning the place through all senses.
“You learn a lot about someone from sharing a meal together”
The saddest part of all this is that piggybacked another tragic loss this week. Kate Spade made hell of a name for herself, becoming not only wildly successful but an impactful role model for all women. But despite all the money, success, trophies, fame, and physical “rewards” that come with notoriety, sometimes we can’t escape certain terrorizing demons. This sheds a light on some really sad statistics about Americans, and the world we live in.
Just know that someone’s here. Even I’m here.
La Glam Greek