Hi.

My name is Alyonka Larionov. 

I am a Host, Producer, Speaker,

Writer, Podcaster + the Founder of

iN THE UNKNOWN.

I believe in Empowering Emotional Intelligence, emphasizing Curiosity of the Human Condition, and deepening personal growth in the Discomforts of The Unknown.

LIVE.IN.LOVE

Unknown Me: We Spoke of Love || Paris, France

Unknown Me: We Spoke of Love || Paris, France


PARIS WAS WEIRD.


Truly it was. It was unlike any other Paris trip and there have been many.

I LOVE PARIS. At times, in an unhealthy way. I can wander around admiring the streets, the people, the doors, the intricately detailed architecture, the grandiosity of the smallest things; literally everything fascinates me because everything is well, Parisienne. It just IS romantic. Even when experienced alone.

However, this time I was experiencing a heavy hangover, one I kept postponing while in London which happened to hit me the day after I arrived in Paris. It was so heavy in fact, that I had a hard time concentrating at the Picasso Museum as I walked around each room silently whispering the bouts of internal shame surfacing from the difficulty I was facing in trying to peel my eyes open from the dryness they were enduring. My head felt foggy. My body dry. I felt like I had swallowed a gallon of vodka on an empty stomach, laid outside on the streets after puking my brains out, and awoken in the same form Tom Cruise awakes in Vanilla Sky, thinking ‘what the fuck just happened to me?’

you’re probably thinking, ‘jesus alyonka, wtf happened to you?’

You know what? I can’t even begin to tell you. So instead of diving into London, I will dive into Paris and try to articulate what I felt during my one and a half day stay.


EXCERPT


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here you should find an excerpt, but guess what?

there isn’t one.

why? because i was so distraught i couldn’t put words together to describe my state of mind + being.

instead, here’s a photograph of my writing nook which I set up, cuddled into, and then fixated my eyes at the screen blankly as I tried to articulate the slow processing of what began to form into a knowing numbness i’ve worked so hard to forget and avoid.


“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.”
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

we spoke of love


Below you’ll find two

conversations I had with two

individuals who’ll remain unknown.

I will paraphrase, in a way which will

showcase what I took away from

their stories told, what their

thoughts meant to me, and how I

might apply them to my life.


CONVERSATION takeaways


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FEMALE. 20’s. She spoke of a relationship she was starting the last time we saw one another. Still fresh, I was looking for an update.

She filled me in and then spoke of the work it takes to Show Up. Sparing details, again, this is something that I feel many forget to articulate when speaking about their relationships no matter which stage their in. Relationships take work! And THAT’S NORMAL. It takes hard conversations, honesty, vulnerability, intimacy (both physical and emotional), and being able to ride the waves of the ride. There is NO SMOOTH SAILING. So, please, speak truth when sharing. Don’t judge when listening. Refrain from gossip when speaking with others. Apply patience when dealing within your own worlds. And know that “perfect” does not exist (no matter how hard people try on instagram).

MALE. 30’s. This is a friend I met at random two years ago over new years eve at a nightclub. To count, we’ve seen each other three times - including this time around - but I consider him a lifelong friend. Meaning, we’ll be friends until we reach 100.

There was something quite interesting he said to me which left me thinking. As I ventured into one of my lectures of lessons-learned since the last time we saw one another, boldly stating how much I LOVE BEING ALONE, my friend looked at me and said,

“have you thought that maybe there is a part of you that cannot be opened on your own?”

What do you mean, I said, my defense mechanisms immediately activating. I’m sure I can reach whatever space you’re thinking of..why wouldn’t I be?

He looked at me as he collected his thoughts.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve been able to discover a lot on your own with all the work you’ve done on yourself and on others. But don’t you think there’s a difference in the things that may be mirrored to you when you’re with someone on a daily basis…someone who sees you at your best, at your worst, and everything in between. Someone with whom you can share your experiences. Someone with whom you can build.”

Yes, I thought. I know this. Maybe you’re not wrong, I said. I suppose when I think back on the moments where I was forced to grow this past year one sticks out more than most.

“Which one is that?”

My road trip and being stuck with one person in the vicinity of four walls, whether that be a motel or the car, we couldn’t escape one another. We had to Show Up whether or not we wanted to.

“Right.”

Yes, I thought. He’s on to something. But now what.


thoughts from i’notes


I find teenagers to be the most fascinating in their thought processes and their flaring insecurities.

I will not take my kids to the louvre. 


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A LIST OF TAKEAWAYS


Here are some of the things that I learned, accomplished, observed, and came up for me:

  • OBSV // Teenagers. They’re the same everywhere. (see below)

  • LEARNED // French Healthcare. Better than American. Apologies if you’ve just uttered an audible ‘duh’. Based on the conversations I had, it would seem that the French have it figured out, even for the freelancers ie; those who do not “qualify” for health benefits. When I began telling stories of my healthcare nightmare during my early days of recovery, their eyes widened. We have a long way to go.

  • LEARNED // It is possible to rent an apartment for $995 in the Marais. This is a great neighborhood in Paris. Yes, this space is a studio. And yes, it is more expensive than what we might find in Middle America. But, if we’re to compare to prices of a New York, LA, San Francisco, Austin, etc. (cities contending to be on the worldly level of a Paris, then this price can be recognized as pennies. I, for one, couldn’t find a 1-bedroom under $2,300 in Manhattan (and most of Brooklyn) that didn’t include a roommate, six-flights of stairs, no windows (or a view into a building corridor) and everything else that should register the spot for at least $1100, at most $1800. I’m just saying, it’s easier to get a start in any city if the cost of living was more affordable. I don’t know how cities like NY, LA and SF expect young adults to thrive when they’re living check-to-check and swamped in debt. Rant over.

  • OBSV // Louvre is for Losers. Okay, that’s harsh, but when people fly far and wide to push their way (I am literal about this … actual pushing) closer to a piece of artwork they’ve learned to believe is a masterpiece (whether or not it is, doesn’t matter) to take a selfie with a selfie stick, or to snap a photo from as close as possible, in order to POST THAT THEY’VE SEEN THE MONA LISA (and let’s be honest … these pictures are being taken for posting), I have the right to label these people as losers, and therefore include the Louvre in this description because they haven’t figured out how to deal with these masses. Perhaps this is some sort of a twisted way of showcasing something terrible about myself — PERHAPS. I don’t care, you hear me? Either do the work and FIGURE OUT YOUR WHY, or don’t bother at all. Rant over (seeing the pattern here..I told you Paris was weird) [ photo evidence above ]

  • CAME UP // My Insecurity in the things I do not do well, or I assume I do not do well … for example, my art. In walking through Picasso’s Room of Lithographs this especially jumped out at me. The simplicity in the black and white coloring, the use of light and empty spaces, and the faces. The faces especially; the eyes, the nose, the lips, all seemingly to look as if they’d never exist on a real human and yet his version of human is more human than you and I in real life. This thought came up in me that there is no “right and wrong”, there just is, and the more we follow what is within us (from a space of love, of course), the closer we get to our version of Truth.


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TEENAGERS


They are the same everywhere.

In the most beautiful way, struggling with inner turmoil by covering it up with an outwardly personality that they’ll spend their 20’s re-writing. Some will expand on the remaining pieces of Vulnerability, channeling it into creative ventures. Others, will demolish any trace of that which made them seemingly ‘weak’ in order to succeed in the big leagues. Kindness will be forgotten and locked away. Butterflies will be pitted alongside with agony of awkwardness. It is the very age when we at once experience ALL emotions only to tighten the valve which produces them. It is bittersweet, and yet it is the same anywhere I go.

Society squeezes out the very last bits of childhood out of us making us adult, making teenagers the most fascinating part of the human timeline.

I was alone in Paris. Walking outside of the Centre Pompidou, I sat quietly by the Stravinsky Fountain around three in the afternoon. Teenagers everywhere. Boys running around the open space. Some pushing. Others chilling, outgrowing the physical realities of abundant energy. The girls were the same in the way I remembered them. Some were running around with the boys, others were flirting with the boys, and as always, there was a third group which sat whispering quietly far enough not to be heard, yet close enough to remain in the proximity of the group. We’re testing one another. Our boundaries. Our likes, dislikes, desires. We’re creating comfort zones. Rights and wrongs. And sitting uncomfortably with the feelings (both physical and emotional) which are conjured up from within is.

It is a sort of energy I both envy and am happy to never return to.

I sat for twenty minutes observing and then rose up to walk over to the group of girls whispering in the corner. Will someone take a picture of me? “I will!” all four of them shouted. Ah, I thought. Not yet teenager enough to recognize that the eagerness and agreeableness portrayed will be a quality they’ll soon learn to avoid. Sure, whoever wants to. One girl reached out and pointed for me to stand in the middle of the square. She pressed two times and signaled for me to take my phone. I took. I thanked. And I walked away thinking, I wonder which chapter of mine I would have played: the kind, agreeable teenager Alyonka, or the hurt, attitude-laden teenager Alyonka. I hoped it was the former.



MOMENTS OF AWE


The Picasso Museum in Le Marais. Come early so you can walk through the glorious building on your own. Venture up to the roof cafe for a cappuccino and a croissant and take-in the luscious Parisienne rooftops. The art — speaks for itself. I need not explain.



Paris SIGHTS



what’s next?


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ADDITIONAL NOTES

STAYED at an AirBnb in Le Marais

MUSEUMS Visited: Picasso Museum, Louvre

Recommended AREAS: Le Marais, Montmartre

Restaurants: Chez Janou, Ferdi, Costes, Wild and the Moon

SOUNDTRACK: Suncity, Khalid


Unknown Me: It's Not About Notoriety || Amsterdam, Netherlands

Unknown Me: It's Not About Notoriety || Amsterdam, Netherlands