Paris is a funeral and all the Parisians are attending,
Dressed in black, their mourning is never ending.
Creativity has died and with it too,
Individuality has become a taboo.
To be accepted, you must fit the mould,
And as such, never be bold
In your choice of clothing
Instead you’re expected to be part of the depression,
Join the ranks of those in black.
I don’t want to fit in
To stand out
To wear bright colours, prints, new designers.
Paris is a facade, a face to admire;
It’s banned the ugly to create
A city that now feels out of date.
Beauty is not identikit
Beauty cannot be restrained.
Paris has failed,
It does not realise
The funeral is its own.
Words: Charlotte Sutherland-Hawes
Illustration: Charles Meryon, L'Arche du pont Notre-Dame, 1852. Etching