Bourdelle and Balenciaga

Hello Dears,
a very easy post only to say that I went to this cool exhibition about the Black tone of Balenciaga's work. It was settled at le Musee Bourdelle Paris 15eme, which was the location of Antoine Bourdelle sculptures in the early 1900.
I ALWAYS  wanted to visit it , but as I'm way too much self-centered: going outside of my confort zone was a no thanks... But on Tuesday I went there with my new (perfect ?) girl and the weather was so nice, we really appreciated the moment.
I should note that this museum is for its biggest part of its art , outside. so if you don't know what to do and you want to see some art while the sun is shining: go on !
Apart from the exteriors which were splendid I thought; there are also some indoors rooms.
 The Balenciaga exhibition fitted so well inside one of them cause it was in the darkest room and the black tone of both works ... matched very well.

some lights playing on the blackness of the statues and the blackness of shades

so my girlfriend is only one big denim jacket as you can see haha

this was the most ancient costume of the exhibition , a theater dress robe of the 1940s 

Thats all for now !

Leaving you with the magnificent horse statues from Bourdelle 

xxx

Love;

Lorna

Paris.

Photos by Romanian Photographer Ioana: http://rufflesforbreakfast.com

I oftenly say I dont like Paris. Even though ... I work every day here.

Why , you'll tell me ?

Well the smell mostly, the angry people, but mainly the smell and this feelings of looking forward to come home to have a bath.

Not because its big Town , you know What they say about big towns... No , London is not like it, Copenhaguen is not like it, i dont know about New York, I couldnt compare, but Montréal isnt either.

Maybe Barcelona, but they have the excuse of the weather, worst in the warmth.

But among all the facts that make me dislike it, I have to admit I love working there.

As I came from the suburbs it makes me my little fresh air of half open-minded people, nothing to do With the narrow I can cross on my way here.

Some girls just gave me a bad look Again earlier in the train, and were asking each other if I was serious about being dress as I was.

I closed my ears and shut my eyes, and listen to my Music.

Thats all I have to do.

I'm tired.