Facebook or Blog?

So, I will keep the idea of the blog, even though the result might look very different from the beginning. First there is Facebook that I totally underestimated which could sound like a repetition of the blog but actually, the problem is that the blog could be a repetition of Facebook. If you don’t want to lose the face, you have to put on FB everything almost on real time; otherwise the interest is fading in the surrounding of the other Facebookers (what a pressure!). Then, my favorite moment to write is at breakfast, at 7 a.m, when everybody (and of course Micky) is still sleeping and when I can think clearly, drinking my two liters of black tea. I have no idea how Micky could, just waking up, stand me babbling for hours (tea can be worse than coffee!) on “our” common blog and give some necessary complements on the project.
So I decided to write it by myself and Micky will read it when he likes and add his own comments (I will try to not censure them), if he feels like it. He will be a kind of “Guest Star”!
Now you know about “How?”, the big problem is “What?”. If everything temporary and very exciting is already on FB, what is left for the blog? Of course what is not possible on FB, the philosophy! I love to interpret small things from the daily life into a timeless and spiritual dimension and this is boring on FB. Here it is; when you check all the 53 notifications of your 500 “FBF” (when Paris Hilton is doing shows about her new BFF[Best Friend Forever], everybody should be allowed to have plenty of FBF [FaceBook Friend], they are not automatically their negation but a very nice complement), there is no room for the philosophy of Philippe Claude. You need to select in the shortest time what is really important for you right now; and there is no time to read at that moment. You cannot decently push a button “I like” on some pretentious wannabe philosophy from me; but if you decide to “push the button” of my blog link you know it could take three to five minutes, and then I get you for me alone without any concurrence!

So, if any piece of writing needs an introduction, I guess we are thru and now we can start Australia.
And of course there is again something before to start: the preparation of the start; the luggage! For those who do not know yet, I love to travel, I love elegant fashion and I come from one of the biggest colonialist nation (I am deeply ashamed about it, but the history is difficult to rewrite and on the fashion level it could have been worse!). It means, you are not sending me to Australia with some piece of Chinese cheap trolley, it has to be convenient, elegant and not to flashy (when your luggage get stolen, it is not very convenient). Since I have to admit I can’t afford to travel like Karl Lagerfeld and his 20 Goyard suitcases, I went to the KDW in Berlin and looked for Quality, Sobriety and Price. I wish it would have materialized itself with something else than Samsonite.

My budget was Longchamp and I have to recognize that what I wanted was ugly and expensive at Longchamp and then I found it, the soft resistant fabric, 100 liters capacity (no, I don’t travel with my booze, it is just the way they measure bags!) and not looking bad in that red. I am a victim of labels, but in a cultural way. I need a certain image for a label and then it should stick to it and even if it is not my favorite, I will respect it. What was the image of Samsonite for me? A kind of hard grey box on which an elephant could sit on it! It was red, soft, 115 Euros,
ten years guarantied and had rolls; “Do you take credit cards?”Once I could pass the obstacle of the label, everything from that label became desirable and then I saw it, the “Homage 2” line, in chocolate nylon and beige leather with a lifetime guaranty! It was like Vuitton, without being Vuitton and for “only” 400 Euros. But where were the rolls, if I love the esthetics of the colonial luggage from the 1930’s, I still need the practicalities of the 2010’s. -“Actually you can buy it on the Internet.” Then three hours later it was ordered on line for 306 Euros and arrived to my home in four days. Micky would inherit from the red one and I’ll parade with my chocolate and beige! And once the taxi driver took mine out of his trunk and said “What a chic bag!”, Micky was no mad at me anymore and could understand why I bought a bag again!