So I was at Bar Centrale on Yanping Road yesterday afternoon, drawing this picture. There was an American man and a French girl sitting by the table next to mine. It seemed they'd just met as he was trying to get a hang at the precise pronunciation of her name and also in between conversations she was asking him if he'd got a dog. the guy then went on talking about how expensive it was to live in Shanghai these days and how it drove most people to realism and materialism, and the local Shanghai girls he dated had proved just so - I wasn't really eavesdropping but it was sorta hard not to hear - when you randomly sketch on a paper, your mind just naturally drift away and your ears acute, plus it was the rush lunch hour and everyone was loud in order to be heard.
So anyway, that's when I heard him asking: "are you material?"
then I heard her replying: "I don't suppose I am. A good quality none-branded bag often feels the same to me as a Gucci one."
"that's great." he commented, with an acoustic equivalent to a pat on the shoulder.
"But I can afford to be materialistic if I wanted to. So I guess the question is whether you have to be unmaterialistic or is it a choice?"
he did not know how to answer that.
I love her :P
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