Tag Archives: Lebanon

A Social Media Love Affair

10 Mar

Or a love/hate relationship to be more accurate.

You see, I can’t quite decide whether I really like and embrace Social Media or whether I want to completely banish all SM applications from my life and go back to a simpler life.

As I have been busy designing “the Social Media Awards Beirut”, I got inspired to write a small ‘contemporary poem’ (?).

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Poke me

Write on my wall

Confide in me, tell me how you feel

O-v-e-r-s-h-a-r-e the details

Fill my newsfeed with your presence

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I have let my Firewall down for you

And my browser saved all your Cookies

To get you in my reach

So that you’re almost real

Follow me back, won’t you

I meant it when I “liked” that photo of yours

You look so beautiful on those Instagram shots

Your artsy views on things got me fantasizing

And your Pinterest Boards merge perfectly with mine

Lust

I saw you were downtown on Foursquare

I hope you don’t mind that I planned a trip there too

So I can see you from afar

Wearing that DIY bracelet you “Stumbled Upon”

You look even better than On-screen

In that familiar outfit,

And those shoes you just got yesterday.

You’re like a YouTube video coming to life

And I can’t but stand there

Wondering how real you are,

Holding a pack of your favorite candy

As I see someone step into the photo with you.

He holds your hand, smiling and romantic

Just like that photo you blogged on tumblr last night.

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It all happened so suddenly, I’m puzzled.

I thought that status you wrote was meant for me

And our long chats meant something.

You cheated but you will never know

I killed you but it will never show

Because you’re made of pixels

And honey pixels can’t grow.

😦

BITCH

*Photos from “Vulgar Chic” on Pinterest.

 

Ashrafieh My Love

20 Oct

When I was in New York, a couple of people hadn’t heard about Lebanon, didn’t know what/where Beirut was.

Perhaps because “people in the US don’t have maps” [SIC]

But the truth is Lebanon is a country, the country I live in; the home I call mine.

However, somehow, in the back of my mind, I don’t take Lebanon seriously… I think in a way, we all don’t. We think that one day we will ‘flee because the country is not for us’.

But if i hear myself, I just said not for US; WE. PLURAL!

You get the point,

If WE don’t belong here then why don’t WE change that?

I don’t talk politics. I hate politics. Politicians are the mafia of the soul (read Osho’s long but PRECIOUS view http://tinyurl.com/8vr8lh5)

I talk humans and emotions.

What would you feel if on a random Friday, your neighborhood was bombed, and innocent people were killed, and many were wounded?

Why is it any different if this happened in Ashrafieh, Pakistan or America?

I urge you to realize that You, me, WE are to blame. And we are the solution.

So don’t be ludicrous with the blames, fingers and same patterns. Rise above the silliness people- and for Fuck’s sake stop following those politicians- Write down your solutions on paper. We could use some ideas

Correspond with me via gimmemoah@gmail.com

Send Ashrafieh some luvin’ tonight, it is after all Beirut’s darling.

Now’s the time to see the stars.

Picture from Dani’s Pinterest, here

Check out one of the well written, detailed posts about what happened yesterday:

http://stateofmind13.com/2012/10/20/the-lebanese-hurt/

Love and Light

Are you brave enough to unleash your Peacock?

4 Oct

Finally, I get to come here, and actually be inspired to write about something that is dear to my heart: FASHION.

If you think Fashion is fickle, and it’s only about starving models + Ana Wintour, then you need to see the fashion doctor (or just gimme a buzz).

Krikor Jabotian’s intricate couture, is a living proof of the ART, craft and design process that go into designing one collection/dress.

Originally Armenian, Krikor was born and bred in Beirut – The Armenian influence is evident in his designs/brand image, with many references to Armenian art and artists, particularly Sergei Parajanov.
With a peacock as his emblem, sensitivity at the tip of his hands, Krikor creates airy designs, ones that float, breathe and freeze in a sudden halt to tell a story.
His father’s Jeweler’s background is behind the embroidery and ornaments implemented in an empiric manner, enough to please any aspiring “Fellini” Greek Goddess.
Expect a lot of nude, blush colors, and fabric; the result is statuesque, theatrical even – The Pieces are far from shy, and impose a lot of personality on the women wearing “nouvelle couture”(new couture), as Jabotian likes to call it. You will not go unnoticed, without having to flash a boob – yes please, ladies.

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A lesson of class from Jordanian Royalty – seen here in Jabotian

demure Beauty Queen

 

In a scene that is more and more fastidious, Krikor has found his niche clientele alongside well traveled Arab women, fashion connoisseurs, talent hunters and BRIDES.

wonderful cake-like wedding dress

a carnation-like movement

 

couture for the little bridesmaids

Check out moah of his work here:
And on my Pinterest fashion board:
*If you would like to request photo credits, kindly email me: gimmemoah@gmail.com
Namaste!
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