At first glance, it appears true beauty always eluded Edith Piaf. At just one and a half metres in height, with the slight figure of a waif, the French chanteuse was never acclaimed for her looks, and her 28 year career never rested on visual glamour.
A new year is coming along and it got me thinking. You know, the usual “what am I thankful for?”. Pretty cliché, but this year has been such a rough one, so why not ask myself?
These days, most of us have more time to ourselves than ever before. In line with the constant ebb and flow of lockdown restrictions, an increasing number of waking minutes are accompanied by screens, and their vices.
Glasses of wine in hands, we were hanging in my student bedroom, talking about beauty. Beauty. A word that has been philosophized about so many times.
I sometimes forget to appreciate the beauty of the body I live in but was reminded recently when I folded my ankle
Isn’t it wonderful how you can find beauty almost anywhere? It can be found within a place, a material piece or in a person.
Stanley Kubrick directed, in 1975, the costume drama Barry Lyndon. Adapted from William Thackeray’s novel, the movie tells the story of the rise and fall of an Irish rogue who, after going to war, marries a rich widow.
There are numerous directions one can go in when exploring the realm of beauty and art. The amounts of literature there is on the connection of the two is unlimited. Philosophers like Aristotle, Hegel, Kant, etc. have been discussing the idea of beauty in art for centuries.
Are you beautiful? Do you consider yourself a beautiful person? How dare I ask that question in this day and age?
When I moved to Europe, I could for the first time experience Christmas in the wintertime. Although it didn’t snow, for the first time I stayed indoors during the celebration, close to a heater and wearing a warm sweater. The most striking part about all that change is that it didn’t feel weird.