Life at the Cafe

As finals are approaching, I'm finding myself spending more and more time at cafes. Trying to stay awake while indulging in tea and coffee is probably my favorite part about finals ( if its even allowed to have a favorite part). Well, when I was stumbling through Rodney Smith's photo archive, I came across these two photographs. While normally his photography stuns me for its surrealistic qualities and clever use of umbrellas. I thought that these two photos were particularly relevant to my cafe indulgent week ahead.

I also fell in love with the contrast between the black and white Parisian cafe, and the vibrant colorful Italian Cafe. I kept trying to think of the statement being made of whether one is better than the other, but I found that is not the case. Both are beautiful for their own reasons independently. The Parisian woman in her white ball gown looks like something out of day dream, while the Italians remind one of a pleasant afternoon laughing with friends. Both are lovely in their own respects. I also think that the juxtaposition of the two says something of black and white vs. color. Neither is more appropriate than the other.

 Life is both, so wear both. Your surroundings and the atmosphere will color themselves to match.