this section is to celebrate every single thing that we can find out there, no matter how pointless or stupid, it can turn out to be something beautiful. There is always a hidden meaning in everything, if you can find it. I share these meanings through my point of view. 
C'est le 365 jours avec Cestlulu !  

Time perhaps?
I've never understood how people haven't gotten overwhelmed with the internet, just like I have. Everywhere we look we see... "more online..." "look it up.." "google it" "tweet it", the list goes on. 
And really, you can't avoid it, it is the 'thing' from the 21st century.

But the question is, how much time are we really investing in this other world behind computer screens without even noticing?

It's really up to ourselves, to have a correct answer.  All of us may carry different answers to this question though, is the time you put into the internet enough?

There is no right or wrong, its all about just thinking smartly and wisely. Its also the where you invest time online. 

The internet can be either useful or a waste of your time. 

It obviously has happened to everyone of course.. not just myself. I mean who can blame us, we have all kinds of information at the tip of our fingers. 
Lately, in order to not get overwhelmed and have an internet apnea.. I stick to the main websites I love. The ones that I feel I'm not wasting my time f, but investing it. 
Also, speaking of time and websites, I haven't really spent time here in MY OWN website, what a shame. The problem with this is that I have been writing and photographing for the website I am currently interning for, it is called Dvrcty and it is amazing how many different kind of talents and information I have learned because of this website. 
I have invested my time wisely here, because I follow certain websites that will help me to report more on a subject on that for dvrcty. Also, the fact that its an internship has made me be more disciplined with investing my time. 
So, if it can happen with this wonderful Dvrcty website, how come it can't happen to cestlulu?


Who ever is the early bird that is reading this and that enjoys my confusing writing, I promise I'll keep you more updated in what happens in the streets of Paris. And not just that, but I promise I'll make you feel like "you're not the only one that feels that way" as well. 


Cestlulu is willing to share her visions, fears, and thoughts with you.....whoever you are:)

Time is really consuming us. Well, at least its consuming me. Short deadlines, long walks, expensive coffees. 

but really, is it good that time goes by so fast? Its sometimes quite scary to think that one day we will be 30 or 40..
But in a way I like knowing that this means I've been happy, energetic and doing a lot of things. But at the same time, I havent even had time to look back at what just happened ... and write about it. 

Sometimes one needs time for themselves to recharge, reflex, 
and ask themselves...Why am I here?
In the seven months I have been here in Paris, never did I ask myself that question. Because of course, I knew from the very beginning what I came here for. But as I am in school, taking architectural classes, art classes, going to many museums, and art galleries... things are confusing me now. 
I came here for fashion journalism. 
A week ago, fashion week happened... and as I was outside the Chanel, Louis Vuitton, and Jean Paul Gaultier shows.. I was no longer excited to see all of my role models, like last time. I was mad.
I was mad because I wasn't part of that family. 
I know, "first world girl problems" .... 
But I'm serious here... I came here because of THAT... to be THERE...
and I just wonder, how did everyone really start???
It is not as easy as it sounds getting there. And not just because I live in Paris studying Journalism (in which I feel Im literally not this semester), doesn't mean that I made it. In fact its step one. 
I can handle step one, I can handle any step really... as long as I know I'm going on the right track.
I know Paris is for my present and future, but right now I'm feeling a bit lost.. wanting to know where to start in this fashion industry that's storming my mind every second of the day.

Its funny you know, how people think that just the fact that you're in the city of Couture... you're already IN the fashion industry. When in fact, you are barely a new born baby learning to walk and speak.
And besides, there is so much more in Paris than just fashion or the Eiffel Tower. I mean, I love it .. dont get me wrong. 
But I've discovered (of course) there is a LOT to this city than just what I thought of in my mind. 

Its film, art, jazz, people, books, politics, history, architecture !

But the more I experience these things, the more I am thankful.
It's amazing stories and information that never in my life would I'd imagine that I would be so deeply drawn to into it.
And at the same time... the more I experience these other things Paris offers, the more I know i fit most into the fashion world.

Its a win win situation in the end.

As I write this, I notice how lucky I have been to be in these classes and experience a different limelight from this city. Who knows... maybe someone someday will ask me where is the best ideal architectural building to shoot the next editorial for the October issue?? haha just saying...
Anyways, I'm still mad. but happy.... happy that this is all happening and mad I am literally no one YET in the fashion industry.

Every time you feel like this.. just breathe, let it out, smoke a cigarette (or two), and live your present.
Because hey.. as I said.. time FLIES.
Next thing you know... you are already in your dream job.

A tout alors !!

-Cestlulu

During these annoying yet romantic days in Paris, there has been a lot of different kinds of surprises, good and bad. 
As you can see, I haven't been able to take my daily polaroid pictures as I have promised. But, I have come out with a new method for these couple of days. There would be polaroids once in a while. You see, as a student here my budget is quite low, at least.. more than last semester. Things have been looking pretty rough for me in terms of how to spend my money wisely. 
That means, no more buying 20 euro polaroids for every two weeks and no more almond milk (since it is in fact 4 euros), but there is always soy milk. Okay well, that is not the point. 
The point is, I have learned so much during these days based on how hard its been to administrate your wallet, if that's how you call it. 
At first I complained and was a little upset. But just going outside to explore, sit on a coffee, read my Vogues, and write my dreams, calms me down. Paris calms me down. 
I have in fact learned to manage my stress here. There is no depending on mom to make me a vegetable soup and keep me away from the cold and stress that I may have.
But hey again! I need to stop complaining.
 February is here, and all I can see in the rainy streets of Paris is life and mostly love. I may not have right now all the money that I want to, to go and buy myself some vintage pair shoes from that hidden shop I saw the other day, or that daily cafe creme from the "Cafe Central" near my school. 
But I do in fact, have met many people during the winter break that have moved me and made me feel more at home. You know, when you tend to be living by yourself, you realize how much love is inside of you and how much you are capable of giving it. 
I love the atmosphere that I've been in, and the people I have been around with. I have truly realized I care for them. And even though I haven't known them for more that 5 months, I have connected with these people in a way I can't even describe. 

I know I am here for my future plans and dreams, but in the journey it doesn't hurt to love.

This February I am in fact, feeling love. I feel that I have not just made a connection with people, but also with Paris. Even though sometimes I might have the I - hate - Paris day (I know that sounds hard to believe), I manage to fit here more and more every day. 

I belong to Paris and this dreamy imagination of mine, pen, notebook and cigarette in hand belong to me. 

Christmas in Paris. 

Well, as you all may know the saying that goes, "there's no place like home for the holidays". I'm actually in a place I call now home but away from home, from family and friends I dearly miss. It got me as a surprise actually, not being with family for the holidays. It was not something I had planned. It was honestly sad at first. I did shed a tear or two, just because I still have that "inner-child" inside of me, that I have to be near Santa in this time of the year. So, it was heartbreaking to think of that. But, you always have to think positive! After all, I am in Paris. And honestly, I've never seen Paris this way of the four months I've been here. I've really explored in a way that I feel whole city by heart. 
In the morning of the 25th I woke up very early, even though I still felt that bit of wine in my system from the night before. The adrenaline still kicked in, so decided to go run at 7 am. Where? no specific destination, by the time I put on those running shoes I "went the flow". I started in Place de la Concorde, then Opera, Madeleine, the Siene River, all the way to Solferino. This I think has been the best Christmas present Santa has given me... exploring Paris through its empty streets. I felt like the whole city was mine, like I owned it, like it was all my own running playground. This may sound corny but it was magical moment seeing the sunrise of Christmas morning in Paris. It is a gift to me. 
And even-though I cannot share that with my family at the moment, I know they are with me... They always will be... and Christmas is after all not just the sharing, but the feeling. The feeling of love, support, magic and hope. 
Now, that is what I call a good fucking Christmas present.  

Happy holidays! Hope you all change your bad situations into magical ones from now on, because everything really happens for a reason.

By the way, sorry I havent posted my own polaroids. The scanner I use is in the school and my school is closed at the moment.