I just finished reading The Stranger by Camus. It goes without saying that it's an interesting little book that throws up some big questions and I'm sure it rocked a few boats when it was published by suggesting that (young?) people had a growing sense of life's futility, a lack of religious sentiment and yet could be hopeful. Plus ca change.
"I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe... made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still." Even in the face of death and without faith in a higher power he could see the beauty of the stars above and the world around him. I highly recommend it and I'm sort of ashamed it's taken me this long to get around to reading it.
Now, I'm not neccessarily suggesting that wearing Stella Jean is going to open one's soul to a higher plane of consciousness but perhaps it was more a sense of joy at discovering these bold and beautiful prints and the strong silhouettes that gave me a touch of nostalgia for a world that was, for the magic of the universe and for all the dreamers out there. It's going to be alright.
