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I suppose it would only be fair to all you lovely non-pareils that I begin with an apology explaining (in great depth) my reasons for this ridiculously long hiatus. I have not neglected this blog no. 2; my absence on La Couturier x POP was due to a combination of a re-prioritization of my aspirations/goals/etc. (if you’re truly curious and have quite a bit of time to kill, the article is on my other blog) and viral attacks that nearly killed my darling laptop. So if you’ve already forgotten who I am (or perhaps are a new reader who has only just stumbled upon here), scroll a few posts down to the first post in which I properly introduce myself.

With that said, happy belated 2010!

Isn’t it lovely that it’s a new year? And an even one, at that? I have a gut feeling 2010 will be quite the eventful year; my only qualms with it are whether or not I should call it “two-thousand ten” or be cool and call it “twenty ten.” Is “oh-ten” a viable candidate in the running, too? Let me know what you think.

But before you question the relevance of the post’s title and the lovely editorial of Abbey Lee Kershaw, I will explain. The end of 2009 began (I’m well aware of the paradoxical statement I have just made) with a bang, really, of which the rather dark film, Where the Wild Things Are, epitomized. The film was nothing I expected, harboring a much deeper and darker message than I had entered the theater expecting. Instead of simply recreating the six-or-so children’s book it was based upon, the movie version ultimately explored and exposed the core of humanity.

We are all children at heart. We are all wild. Animalistic. We dream of our unconscious’ desires, adventures, fantasies. Quite Freudian, sans the vulgarity.

One of my resolutions for the brand, spankin’ new year of  2 0 1 0  , besides the ubiquitous get-fit-lose-weight-and-go-on-diets thing, is to wholly embrace the concept of Carpe Diem-ing. Forget social constraints and norms, and let your imagination roam. Unleash the inner wild child, the free-spirited you, whether she be hipster, hippie bohemian, or whatever. Forgo inhibitions and release all tension within. Tackle the resolutions and aspirations you have laid out. Start new projects. Build something out of nothing. Embark on a spontaneous journey or vacation to wherever that plane/car take you. Embrace, explore, and discover yourself along the way.

It’s 2010.

Where the wild things are.

And when the wild things come out.

bisous,

La C.