旁观者的奇妙冒险

Who says that San Francisco has no fashion? I walked out of Four Seasons to the Geary block and found it a perfect bond street with flashy “Leve” for Cartier and that pink green look for Tiffany. I was here once about seven years ago, when those brands do nothing to me at all as a very young girl. I remembered myself holding a starbucks coffee walking on the street, popped into an Armani store and found myself lost. I also remember that male voice from the direction of my near back, “Where are you from?”

I was complimented by my prettiness, and I assume most importantly, my naivety – who would not like an innocent smile when you said hello to her? And I am sure I was once consciously naive. In that crab place today I showed J and D my photo on my visa page taken about 7 years ago. Apparently, I am much older now though the hair style is still the same – I cut it back to short. Old in the way not that my face getting wrinkled, nor my complexion darkened or my glamour fades, instead, it is the mark of age which encrypted in my behavior: the way I talk, I act and I smile are different from what I used to be. Maybe before I have fully realized it, everything has already happened.

A done deal by the bygones, and my age sacrifices as a witness.

So after 7 years when I am back to this city, the street setting is almost the same but I myself have changed a lot. I graduated from school, got my anchor chair and later went to investment banking. I loved and forgot. All these happen in seven-year time and guess what? I still look innocent.

I did not compliment myself, the shop assistant in Saks asked about my age and his bold guess was 25.

American women do not age very well. What can I say?

I have not been stepping on the land of America for long long time, and last stop was in San Francisco. Back to that topic, I remembered that you told me “SF has no fashion, as people tend to wear really casually for the sake of the no-change climate of the whole year.”

But you were wrong. They dress nicely, in a way that much elegant than I would have thought. Maybe you were lonely and lack of care at that time, so you closed your eyes and thought everyone was actually living the same way as you were: a typical you. Insecurity, I guess that maybe the point.

I am getting myself aged. And so I am back to San Francisco. UK is a place for vagabonds, artists and poets; while US is a place for materialists. You can hardly find true relaxation in UK as the too deep culture always reminds you of your past. However I am sure that you can be sincerely exiled in US: you are who you are today, no history but a future full of uncertainty.

The day after tomorrow, I will be in NY.

在三番，有时差，还有不管时差的电话会，投行真不是人干的。

现在是我的凌晨四点。

回来吃饭吧。我该请客了，呵呵。

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我靠，你这儿被屠版了呀……

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兄弟，没见一阵，显然是得罪人了，还是女人，说洋话的女人。哈哈，自求多福吧。