This is probably my favorite fashion-related read of the week. Parisian blogger Garance Dorespeaks about her adventures with food while living in New York, where "the smaller the dress size, the larger the apartment."
Read her blog here.
She talks about things like differences in diet and lifestyle between New York and Paris and how these differences create the tension between New York Skinny and Paris Skinny. She also speaks about how as she noticed her expanding waist line, she had to take a step back from her lax Parisian attitude and re-evaluate what New York Skinny was.
As a self-proclaimed food connoisseur (probably 90% of the photos on my phone are food dishes), it made me think about how much thinking has to be done to stay weight conscious in America versus anywhere else in the world. The giant portions, the growth hormones, the lack of home cooking - all that damn capitalism that drives a ton of other things into the dirt. It's a highly regulated science to achieve that New York Skinny. Everything's careful and calculated and done with an austere inforgiveability to moments of weakness.
Which is possibly why I love her explanations of her previous relationship to food: enjoying her infrequent trips out with a delightfully sinful excess but spending the rest of her days in moderation, staying aware of what she was eating without that obsessive expectation of a ridiculous body image over her head, and laughing and telling her friends that "everyone in NY is just too skinny, that they have to live a little..."
And I wonder how much America is at fault for massive, unhealthy weight gain and how much the individual is at fault. Why did Garance and her Australian friend Emily both gain 10 pounds just like that after arriving on America's shores. And how my life is probably just full of endless food musings.
What did you think about her blog? What about the American relationship to food?