South Korea: 2015, the year of style!
Translated from the French original — read it here.
Seoul, 25 September
Oh, how ironic this title is... yes, I'm going to complain again: I left to go backpacking, I didn't bring many clothes, I don't even have a suit, blah blah blah... :-D But honestly, I'm finding the situation much harder here (lol), for several reasons.
First, Koreans are seriously stylish, and that's putting it mildly. I've often heard it said that, compared with Europe, South Korea is the equivalent of Italy. I've been able to verify that up to a point. People here really don't mess about with how they look... It's a fine sight, they're at the absolute top of their game: the tight cropped trousers, the loafers, the slim shirt, the fashionable haircut, the Pharrell-style hat... it's something else :-D. The women... oh my :-D , they look like little dolls, dressed right on trend, all rather slim, with a slightly haughty little walk :-D... in short, it's like television. Mind you.. I'm not saying these are my criteria for beauty; let's say they're clearly the profiles you find in the magazines. Whether you like it or not, I think you have to acknowledge all the work that goes into achieving these results in outward appearance.
They have plenty of tools at their disposal for it, because this is shopping paradise. I really have found loads of little shops with clothes just how I like them, at prices I'd call very affordable... If I were in a different situation, or a touch reckless, I'd do serious damage... Because in every shop I always get that little voice saying: "go on Didier, just a jumper, or a shirt, or a t-shirt, or a jacket... you need one, you haven't gooot one, and it's cheap too, go on my lad... this'll be the third time you wear the same t-shirt to this club in 2 weeks... stop embarrassing yourself!" :-D lol
Well, I've managed not to crack so far, but yes, for shopping, South Korea is very very nice :-) ... This year, though, I should be meditating instead on a line from one of my favourite songs, in which Lauryn Hill catches herself mistaking a want for a need.