when i left beirut, i had changed. i don't know how this unique city couldn’t make people rethink how they viewed their existence.
the dichotomy of beauty and decay is in your face around every corner, literally. in fact, it is usually on the same block.
it will scream PARIS and twenty steps later, you are in the aftermath of a recent car bomb, which the locals are simply stepping over while making plans for the night on their iphones.
the spirit of the people create the energy of this city in such a bold way. everything is great, all the time; bad things happen, but that doesn't mean you shouldn’t find happiness in what is still moving forward.
lebanon is the most open-minded middle eastern country that i have experienced thus far, which creates this addicting notion of empowerment. you almost feel like you can make anything happen while walking the streets.
they have one of my favorite design districts i have ever experienced, with a perfect mix of antique and modern musings. art is everywhere. they make the most of their crumbling buildings by turning their streets into museums with graffiti. the fashion is a part of life though they are walking in their stilettos past mounds of dirt and entering into their unique boutiques when that store is the only finished space in the building.
i am totally addicted to this place and can’t wait to come back.