Faces Places

July 07, 2018


When there’s an interior debate whether something’s on culture or inspiration, the something becomes art and art is like a declaration of love, so the something becomes the everything. When watching something artistic, we sink into it, forget about anything and connect to ourselves. To loved ones, to feelings, to faces, to places.

Agnès Varda caught my eye at first sight during this year’s Oscars’ red carpet and I don’t only mean fashion wise. Faces Places was nominated for Best Documentary. Later on, I bumped into Agnès on @pharrell’s IG feed. But it was only months later that I bumped into the documentary’s poster and said UhOohOh!. Oh.

A friend once told me not to judge a film by its poster; a poster means nothing, she then said. Firstly, I don’t judge; I just look at whatever catches my eye. Secondly, a cover (generally speaking) of something that has already been created with soul and all (best case scenario), has a soul on its own and therefore catches my eye. It can be the most simple cover in the world, without any previous train of thought whatsoever. They also say don’t judge a book by its cover.

I say don’t judge, full stop. Let’s just grasp on what we like and tickles us. They also say that about people. That it is not the cover that matters and by matters I certainly don’t mean preppy, maybe au contraire. I figured out there are no rules. Most often, when I liked (when I liked, liked) how someone was dressed, I never left thinking Someone was dressed so cool!. I left with That someone is so cool!. If one is just not cool, who cares about what one’s dressed in anyway? If there’s no tickling, there’s nothing.

In an interview on theguardian.com, Agnès was saying that she’d thought of attending the Oscars in pyjamas. She did it in a Gucci one. In the same interview, she said she wore one of her old dresses to all of the previous red carpet events.

JR… ? His smile lights up so powerfully his expressive featured, warm face that the sunglasses and fedora he always disguises with in public don’t seem to intrigue anymore. It’s a harmony around him, in the eyes you can’t see (but feel), he evokes through his image by what and how he wears along with the images he creates around the world. In a beautiful newyorker.com interview, we get to understand how JR’s glowing testament to the power of the image and joy for life help art play a role in transforming lives. JR is an idealist.

Returning to the poster, something about it stuck with me and I told myself I wanted to see the documentary. But then Summer stuck with me for a bit. It wasn’t until one day the other day that my mom wanted to go to the cinema (she goes to the cinema more often than I do), there wasn’t anyone available to go with, I said I’m coming! (it used to be one of our traditions not so long ago), I looked for movies in theatres and saw that Visages Villages was out. This is it, mom!. Without further questions or any trailer (durr), mom openly said: Let’s go!.

I only knew that it was made by Agnès Varda and JR. It was written on the poster, dur. Anything that means… Almost anything intrigues me. I like it when I’m faced with an artwork out of my routine. When it’s something else!, I’d told my mom before the documentary started. Yeah, mom calmly responded. From the moment it started, we both knew it’s something else so we sinked in the armchairs, film, ourselves.

La Pointe Courte was both Agnès’ first film and the film that started La Nouvelle Vague movement, one of the most influential movements in the history of cinema. It was 1955 and she was 27.

Agnès Varda with Catherine Deneuve in the ’60s.
Agnès Varda with her husband, Jacques Demy in the ’80s

JR is a French artist who, like many others, is not easily categorized. He is a photographer who is uncomfortable with photography, a filmmaker, a photograffeur – as he likes to describe himself – that flyposts large black-and-white photographic images in public locations.

Street artist JR poses in front the Louvre Pyramid in Paris, Tuesday, May 24, 2016. For his latest bold project, street artist JR is creating an eye-tricking installation at the Louvre Museum that makes it seem as if the huge glass pyramid at the heart of the courtyard has disappeared. AP Photo: Francois Mori

The two are kindred spirits, as the media describes them in an attempt to categorize their relationship somehow.

The fact that I’m going around with a man who is fifty-five years younger than I am, I think that makes them laugh, but also bothers them a bit. Americans, Varda thinks, have more of an anxious relationship to aging than the French do; certainly few people in either country embrace age with as much whimsy and confidence as she has. I’m just a little deteriorating lady, she said, using a word, abîmée, that might refer to a rotting piece of fruit. But I’m not sad! I have trouble seeing. I don’t hear well. I’m not good with stairs. But people always tell me that I’m full of energy. I am! Energy has nothing to do with the body. It’s the mind, it’s the brain, it’s the joie de vivre. She paused to consider. But listen, I don’t want to say that I’m in great health, either.

Excerpt from an interview in The New Yorker.

One of the best parts of the cinema experience with mom was the fact that it was only us and two other people (French!) in the theatre at the moment; we, therefore, had the theatre to ourselves and enjoyed a kind of intimacy that was brilliant along with the ongoing film. Bliss. An intimacy we could share whispers with each other (each spectator in each of the two couples). The experience of watching something on your own is nice and interesting; it creates the space for you to explore anything you want, the vision, the thoughts. Equally, though, it is so wonderful to share your mind with someone else’s and let the two minds become one somehow. The watching, the thinking, the senses come into more hues, become even nicer, smoother, easier.

This is how it also went for Agnès and JR. They, with everything each of them formed the they, seemed to knit their minds into one of the most natural and lovely way. Rather than otherwise, it were their souls sending a heart up in the air. Not a helium balloon. A heart. Helium is not as romantic as a word as heart is. The two formed a love they sent up in the air as their documentary. A love for people, nature, the passion people have for the things they do in their day to day lives which are so complex through their simplicity. For soul.

We are very small, in proportion to what is art, but we are very big, because we can stand up and isolate ourselves from the majority, Agnès said.

Beyond the words that describe the two or the film they did is the fact that they are two cool human beings that seem to, first and foremost, care about honesty. Beyond everything, though, the joy of bumping into people like Agnès and JR is just as great as the joy my mom and I felt throughout the documentary. With and about people. As the joy of looking forward to get home and, quietly at peace, savour the moments of discovering them. Agnès and JR.

Inside Out, JR
Women are heroes, Brazil, JR
Women are heroes, JR
The standing march, Pantheon, Paris, JR

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A Look That Kick Starts Your Day

July 04, 2018

And keeps on kicking throughout it – is a look that you might file into your memory and bring to light (and life) whenever you wake up and feel like nothing could change your moody mood wannabe day. When in fact there is something. The look, hello.

💥 And that magic in that action, as previously admitted.  💥

First, send the moody mood away hello (you’re not Hank Moody, hello), second, see if you feel like dancing in the look and, third, if you really, really look into the look, you’ll see it just might be it when trying to figure out your style.

The look makes you want to dance, isn’t this all?

The title came up – piece by piece literally – the second I put the red jeans on. The right pair of red jeans can do miracles sometimes! They’re the magic in the action because you feel like action. The disco sandals were next; needless to say what disco anything does to anyone. The dots printed shirt is here for the party and when you’re basically carrying the party on yourself, is there any other way than party all day long? On the inside, of course. I do not own a club or anything, though at some point fancied about it.

Anyway, The New Yorker bag is either the safety net I might be choosing to wear when trying to feel all grown up and stuff in a world of grown ups orit’s just another neutral to me, alongside blue jeans, bathing suits, black, leopard print or pink.

All of the words constructing sentences above seem to go hand in hand with the other meaning of the word look.


The look of love; not kidding, hello.

The song below is not about the look, look, but it’s so good to dance and sing along on.

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Airports, Planes and Clothes

July 03, 2018


The flight is part of the fun no matter the destination I fly to. Just like getting dressed is. Oh, going to the coffee shop near by? Let’s see what would make me have more fun to and in the coffee shop.

I once went to pick up a friend at the airport dressed in pyjamas. It was winter, I was wearing a head-to-toe puffer jacket and few could have guessed, let alone got any hint of the party I was – dreamily – having on my own. Literally. The comfort of having had a bubble bath, put a moisturiser on, got into pyjamas, into jacket, into car, listened to music and sang along on the way to the airport is just another way to party to me. It was at night and it was winter.

It is, nevertheless, true that I, sometimes, put on the high-waisted, (g)old blue jeans, a white t-shirt, the favourite-of-the-hour pair of shoes and feel like ready for the party in the club. I just let the hair, perfume and nails do the trick.

The little things… They are never little.

The flight to Bali was the party before the party called Bali. I knew I wanted to have on not only comfortable – obviously – clothes, but also clothes that inject some sort of fun into the party I was about to have on my own whilst everyone on the plane would have been sleeping. Clothes that are close to myself just as a pyjama is.

You could wear the grey dress; I wore it on long flights and it’s fabulously comfortable (I was about to sleep in it at some point after all), mom told me. Oh right, I told myself, I feel pretty party in it. It is the dress that seems to fly places all over the world and a dress I share with mom. I can see her doing the straight face, though, and she can always see me doing the grinning face. She was the one to bring it up, after all.

It was too cold to fly on a Qatar flight in flip-flops, so I put my white Golden Goose on; they always feel like barefoot. Flip-flops and sneakers were the only two shoes options on my trip anyway, yay! Cold and fun were the two words that guided me to make up the combo I transformed from one look into another depending on the temperature and mood.

I found the perfect pair of grey leggings, but it has to be ordered online from far away; until then, however, the grey leggings bought on the day before the flight from Zara Kids (adults seem not want/need grey, simple leggings anymore; I’d been looking everywhere) did the work. The leggings were soft, grey (duh!), almost just as the ones about to be ordered. Grey? To naturally blend into the combo. I’ve always somehow liked grey leggings. A certain type of grey.

They’re made from a very fine cottony mix and they don’t just blend in with the dress through airports and planes, but also with the sweater I feel like home in no matter where. Home, party, same. It is All Saints and was purchased on a holiday at my brother’s. I wear it with love and, most of the times, wear it just out of love. It’s not only made from an interesting type of cotton, but it’s also a special shade of dark blue and it has a cut that is not unraveled from the start, but once disclosed loved forever. It is that type of thing.

Just like the coloured hearts around my neck are. Or the watch – Optimef – made by dear friends of mine, with its limited – Summer Well – edition strap which, that from the moment it touched my hand, it and I, we both knew it is coming with me to Bali. I am still gravitating outfits around it.

I left home wearing the dress and sneakers.

On the first plane, the leggings got underneath and the sweater on top of the dress; we only flew for 5 hours and got to Doha where someone was waiting for us. The bronze Untitled Lamp Bear, by the Swiss artist Urs Fischer.

On the second plane, I took off the dress from under the sweater and stayed in leggings and sweater. Mmm… We flew for about 11 hours.

Just before landing in Bali, the dress had got under the sweater again only before the sweater went to sleep into the backpack with the leggings. Awwm.

The way back was the same. Airports, planes and clothes.

You know that feeling you get after vacation when you’re just so happy to get back to reality? Me neither.

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There’s Something That Rocks Big Time Here

May 09, 2018
And is so silently powerful.

Or is it the bag?

This bag is so cool in a rock (subtly or not) inspired combo it hurts the way rock is supposed to hurt. My mind is now searching for the perfect song to it, it has the headphones on, it moves its hands through CDs and eyes through memory, just like DJs do.

You have to feel rock music, to listen to the lyrics, to move (or not) upon feeling it. You don’t have to, you can do whatever, you are listening to rock music, hello. However, in most of the cases, it will also bring back childhood memories. Because, in most of the cases, it is a music we are listening to now as adults thanks to precisely the times we thought we knew nothing about anything as kids.

The bag is Valentino and Valentino is so cool for being Valentino since forever. Harmonious, true, passionate, elegant, yet a brand you have to look into to observe its unique way of making style throughout times. Silently, yet so powerfully.

Just like the picture above.

And the video below; my mind just pressed play all of a sudden.

This is a track I once put on a sex CD a very dear colleague of mine and I compiled when we used to work at a music TV channel. A CD we made one another just for fun, not for work, while at work. Memories, see? And this is a coincidence. Or is it my mind playing not just pressing play?


Alice, my former coworker, would totally wear the combo above.

A relaxed jumpsuit seems to be underneath it all, so now let us all imagine… everything! Let your mind do the walking, let my body do the talking is very likely what the lady above would tell us all and it is very likely that we would all want to see the world in her eyes.

Just observe. The super sharp jacket, the fine fabric, the super fiery bag, the beautiful hands, the nice touch the hands give the bag. Hugging, loving. A feminine rockstar. The grey in combination with black, red and gold is so kind of keeps-everything-inside, doesn’t-let-us-in-at-all and whilst we all feel the warmth, the keeps-everything-inside, doesn’t-let-us-in-at-all does not let us in.

This whole magic thing above is a world on its own and, man, we’d love to be in it. No? I would want to see the lady and for sure want to grab a coffee with.

Did someone say coffee?

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Your Groove Is The Grooviest

April 03, 2018


In a Pharrell Williams and Snoop Dogg interview, Snoop tells Pharrell upon their work together: Everybody sounds the same, everybody got the same bounce, but we got a… ~ Snoop is groovy dancing in a sitting position on a chair, you know how Snoop would move on a chair, him tossing his fingers around and everything… ~ That’s a groove and when you find the groove, the groove… It remains longer than the bounce. The bounce come and go, but the groove remains forever. Giving the world a sound of love, peace and harmony.

So it not only makes the art authentic, soulful and free, but also timeless.

Bounce is the trend, the pretending. Groove is the style. And there’s nothing wrong with the bounce as long as it makes you feel happier about yourself  in the moment, yet somehow the groove is always much more fun than the bounce. Real. It keeps you up all night and surprising you throughout life. The bounce come and go, but the groove remains forever. 

Watching my mom every morning – my whole childhood – getting ready for work in the bedroom, by the enormous (or so it seemed) mirrored closet, was a really good exercise for me, I now get to understand. Everything always seemed so light with her. Everything still does. Skincare, talks, hair, coffee, perfume, make-up, food, clothes, parties, us all. It’s a groove. I am now groovy dancing in my sitting position at the desk (on my comfy couch), tossing my fingers around and everything.

Lightness is so groovy. Exquisite.

In everything.

So it only made sense for me to take pictures of five of the combinations I have been wearing lately ~ in the bedroom. The pictures, not the clothes. It is very possible I, most often, relate to the mood in my parents’ beautifully lighted bedroom every morning. The most homelike feelings, now as grown ups, is something or someone taking us back to the intimacy of the childhood days. Something or someone to remind you of you.

And we all love the feeling of home. Similar to the feeling of finding our style no matter what that is. As long as it feels real, it is groovy.

Giving the world a sound of love, peace and harmony.

The exercise we could do today, though, as adults (or something) is constantly asking ourselves whether we like something or not. Whether it makes us dance even in a sitting position or not. Even without realising, on the inside ~ in meetings, in the car, at the cinema, in bed, in club, at the restaurant, wherever.

Tossing, tossing, tossing.

PS: all the shoes in ~ the shoot that only felt natural to be done by mom ~ had been previously cleaned. Always are.

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Pleasure Delayers or 3 Outfits To Transition To Spring

March 26, 2018
We are all, willingly or not (not!)(ok, sometimes willingly), becoming these pleasure delayers. We keep on postponing the thrill of enthusiasm Spring has the ability to infuse us with. Not consciously, obviously, since it’s not in our hands to make Spring sprung (already!). Yet subconsciously, our minds are waiting at the starting line just like in a marathon run.

Just like there is no tomorrow!

It is becoming kind of interesting, this search for outfits in a season that seems to very much want to become a season on its own. Nor Winter, nor Spring, it’s Something! One day we’re cooler than ever in t-shirts and feel like Winter what? and the next day we’re running around naked through the house trying to figure out where’s the coat and where’s the hat.

Something just keeps on surprising us or, better yet, trying to mess with our minds and see how far we can go. Oh, but we can.



Esteban Cortazar #pfw Fall/Winter ’17

Céline #pfw Fall/Winter ’17

Stella McCartney #pfw Fall/Winter ’17

These are some outtakes of the Fall Winter 2017/2018 I saved on my desktop long before Fall and Winter ***where did they go, btw?!*** even had started. Theoretically, they are gone. Practically, well, good luck with the running through the house, since the house is still the only place to run in right now.

And this is how we are all slowly but surely becoming pleasure delayers. The phrase is from Vanilla Sky – the movie, vanilla skies usually happen in between seasons and the most beautiful vanilla skies were painted by Claude Monet.

Our minds, waiting in line, have to think about something in the meantime. Oh yeah, they can watch the sky also. 🙄

Our hearts, though, they know it’s about the race bla bla, yet let the race already begin! is what don’t all of our minds and hearts want to hear Spring already say?

There was a Go! earlier, but may there never be a Stop!.

… And I’m not even that much into running.


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Synergy Kicked In – Celsius Magazine

March 11, 2018

Celsius Magazine, Offline issue

Photography Mihai Bumbu

Styling Cristina Pavelescu

Make-up Ioana Covali

Models: Ada Tache, Mihai Bran

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March 10, 2018


by Cristina Pavelescu
Celsius magazine no. 2, Offline


Fashion on a personal level, when it is cherished with ease rather than when taken seriously – frivolity, in this particular case, is directly proportional with pleasure – not only does not make our head ache, but makes our life more beautiful. That’s it.

When we look at a work of art, be it a panting or film, when we read a book or listen to music and we like what we see, our eyes twinkle, we enrich ourselves, want to dance; something smiles within us. It would be interesting to feel this way when choosing what to wear, too, or looking at someone who is already dressed and feel like admiring. In any of the situations, however, it is about self-knowledge rather than just taste. Art helps us find ourselves just as much as it helps us lose ourselves – metaphorically speaking. Just as clothes do – literally speaking.

Style says who we are before we do. Nevertheless, clothes have the power to make us shine only when their sparkle is in line with ours. To expect for fashion to save us and transform us into something that we’re not is to, basically, become liars, on one hand. People who take fashion so seriously that it becomes superficial. On the other hand, there are people who take fashion the opposite way. They choose not to speak through fashion at all only to not be taken for liars. For the fashion victims that make fashion feel superficial.

Art is not necessary, yet it makes our life more beautiful.

We could all be wearing palm trees’ leaves and everything would be so simple (and impossible). In an immediate reality, though, we could all be wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of classic, blue jeans. But we are not. We are different and we want to show it.

Clothes will cover (for) us no matter what. Ideally, clothes we like, make us feel good, represent us – the mandatory role when wanting to experiment in and with fashion. No explanation, rule or theory needed. No limits or purposes whatsoever. Relaxed. Open minded. Out of pleasure. Fun.

When being creative. When falling in love.

Are the clothes we choose to wear online the ones that make us feel offline even when online or is it the other way around? Online definitely has its charm, but only when offline is happy.

The notion of fashion industry is a product of the modern era. With technology, capitalism and store chains, clothes were produced in shoal, standard measures and at fixed prices. Until the mids of 19th century, clothing was hand made to measure by a tailor, a process appreciated nowadays more than ever. There are couture Chanel pieces from Spring 2016 collections which are – first and foremost – said to be hand made in “an infinity of hours”, precisely the hours that promise the customer to be able to keep them from one generation to another.

In antithesis with fast fashion, mass production and lack of sustainability.

Almost anyone of us can confirm, though, the existence of “fast” pieces in our closets. We are only human and this is the world we live in. It’s the online. It is, however, the world we shouldn’t run from, but furthermore find the offline within. A world where we would be choosing clothes by paying attention to the tactile and soul. Where we would take the time to contemplate a painting, watch a movie, read, listen to music, just listen, dance and not ever forget about having fun.

If fashion would be perceived as the form of art that it is, we wouldn’t take it so seriously and it wouldn’t seem frivolous to us anymore. To us, the ones who are afraid not to be identified with those who use fashion in order to lie. To us, the ones who chose to go into another, deeper things rather than into the shallow perceived fashion. Fashion can be deep, too, even though it may only look like just a game. It is, anyway, one. A play game. An art.

In any case, if we are being honest with ourselves in the first place, why should we be afraid? Of perceptions, preconceptions. Everything is relative, in the end. The idea of Albert Einstein’s theory of relativity sprung while day dreaming in his armchair at home.

He was also known for his unique sense of humour.



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Focus Defocus

March 08, 2018


Don’t you just love it when you wake up in the morning and you, from the start, set your mind to having a good day? The focus. On the good vibes coming from within. On intention.

Obviously, there are days when you wake up and something just doesn’t feel right, but that, too, most of the times, is a decision to begin with. And that, too, feels right sometimes. The defocus. The soaking into whatever life has prepared for you and the acceptance of it turning around anywhere anytime. The soaking into a proper bubble bath, a glass of wine, a movie or book is, sometimes, just as awesome.

It all comes from our mind and what our intuition tells us to believe in.

And then, the world starts to become a clearer place.

In either of the situations, wearing a favourite item always brings joy and, saying that, I once again make a promise to myself to only remain with a closet full of favourite items. Imagine every day of our lives afterwards. Of course, clothes are just a fraction of our focus, but – man! – ins’t it nice when even when we defocus and we still have something we really like on us?

Is this what they mean when they say “to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”?

Moreover, having to focus on life rather than on what to wear – sometimes – feels so liberating. As opposed to running around naked throughout the house with your hands pulling your hair in all directions. As opposed to hands up in the air freely and so on.

To me this – sometimes – means dressing in something that would fit from day to night. Shoes and hair do the trick most of the times. Ok, and a lipstick I always carry from place to place yet never remember the last place I put it in. Sounds familiar?

But oh, when I defocus and the lipstick shows up out of nowhere!

Still no lipstick!


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Hey, this is me (Cristina Pavelescu) wearing a music cassette sweater, writing from Bucharest, Romania (and, luckily, from wherever elsewhere), yet always living in the world of OZ. A world I create, choose to move around in and invite you into. To truly smile in front of our computers, put any kind of questions, answer in writing or imagination, marvel at fashion.


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Oscars 2018 And Everything Around Them

March 05, 2018


It is very interesting how, every year, the vibe of the Oscars collects the energy from the red carpet, at first, then from the Dolby Theatre in Los Angeles, California, and finally from the people across the globe just to spread it out into the universe as a form of celebration. Of art.
This year, it wasn’t about a specific movie, actor, actress, movement, button, race, selfie. *Political moments tried to squeeze in from time to time, though.* It was about a sort of vibe that, just like an animated character, moved throughout and did the little things.

…The magic?

It was not even about the glitter or a certain color; there was obviously black, lots of white, blush tones, silver, a little bit of red, grey and some… Outlaws. A word used in the most admiring and inspiring way possible, a word that lights up a firework for all of us – dreamers, a word that makes the beautiful world we dream about possible, a word that in this case is synonymous with elegant.

It was about a vibe that seemed to have come from the actors and actresses wearing the clothes they liked – on one hand – and from the very few that hadn’t even thought about liking or not the clothes they wore, on the other hand. ***Hey, why wouldn’t you?***


Jennifer Lawrence in Dior. The best JLaw look on JLaw so far. No?

Margot Robbie in Chanel with mom. Can you hear the bells of cuteness dinging?

Ding, ding, ding! Via Viola Davis.

Clink, clink, clink. Olivia Wilde.

Double clink, clink, clink.

Jordan Peele.

Nicole Kidman.

Nicey. Gal Gadot.

St. Vincent, je ne sais quoi. Je sais quoi.


Angela Besset and her assets.

Taraji P. Henson and her smile.

Saoirse Ronan thinks pink.

Emily Blunt in Schiaparelli.

Doug Jones. Yet never forget to always unbutton the bottom button. Try to read that fast.

Maya Rudolph in rrred.

Christopher Plummer all elegant and smiling, “wearing some old thing he’d pulled out of his closet”.

💥 Outlaws. 💥

The women with style (synonymous with ELEGANCE) never age. There’s no particular age at which one must opt out of fashion or ever give up the pleasure of enjoying it as long as one knows. Loves. Has fun.

Whoopi Golberg in Christian Siriano and shadezzzzz.

Helen Mirren in beautifully draped Reem Acra. Rrr.

Agnes Varda in Gucci.

Jane Fonda in Balmain.

Rita Moreno!!!

Didn’t think about liking or not. ***Why not?***

Emma Stone, why? One doesn’t have to win an Oscar in order for one to look like the best version of oneself. 

Meryl Streep looks good and Meryl Streep is, well, Meryl Streep and the sky is blue and everything, but I don’t know if she ever really thinks about her liking or not what she wears. But Meryl Streep is Meryl Streep and the sky is blue.

Meryl Streep in Dior.

So it started on the red carpet and then it moved inside.

The vibe in the theatre built up from the attitude and actions, from the human energy rather than the stars. With hands holding, hugs, with Nicole Kidman crashing an interview with Sandra Bullock on ABC just for a hug and a declaration of affection, Rita Moreno wearing the same dress she wore at the Oscars 56 years ago, jumps, Helen Mirren’s shot, Gary Oldman telling his mom to put the kettle on, [he’s] briging the Oscar, Uggs takeover, with Jimmy Kimmel being nervous all night due to envelope fiasco exchange last year.

Gal Gadot and Margot Robbie.

Greta Gerwig and Laura Dern.

Group huuug.

Some very cool ladies.

Rita Moreno 1962.

Rita Moreno 2018. “The dress was made from a Japanese obi and it hasn’t tarnished at all.”

Party girl.

Another party girl.

I hope he had a delicious tea with his mom post Oscars.

Sweet. Dude. Sweet. Dude.

Fashion is a very good way to allow one to be who one wants to be and it seems like this year, at the 90th Oscars, the clothes made personal statements about who the actors and actresses are and how they see themselves and how they want to be seen by the world. And this is when thinking about what one likes and what one doesn’t comes in. We can’t run away from it and that’s great! Even though it’s nor political, nor social activism. It’s sincere, deep, serious, fun.

And then, political or not, social activism or not, the vibe that floated throughout [the world] was:

Group hug?



“Call Me by Your Name”
“Darkest Hour”
“Get Out”
“Lady Bird”
“Phantom Thread”
“The Post”
“The Shape of Water” *WINNER
“Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri”


Timothée Chalamet, “Call Me By Your Name”
Daniel Day-Lewis, “Phantom Thread”
Daniel Kaluuya, “Get Out”
Gary Oldman, “Darkest Hour” *WINNER
Denzel Washington, “Roman J. Israel, Esq.”


Sally Hawkins, “The Shape of Water”
Frances McDormand, “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri” *WINNER
Margot Robbie, “I, Tonya”
Saoirse Ronan, “Lady Bird”
Meryl Streep, “The Post”


Christopher Nolan, “Dunkirk”
Jordan Peele, “Get Out”
Greta Gerwig, “Lady Bird”
Paul Thomas Anderson “Phantom Thread”
Guillermo del Toro, “The Shape of Water” *WINNER


Mary J. Blige, “Mudbound”
Allison Janney, “I, Tonya” *WINNER
Lesley Manville, “Phantom Thread”
Laurie Metcalf, “Lady Bird”
Octavia Spencer, “The Shape of Water”


Willem Dafoe, “The Florida Project”
Woody Harrelson, “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri”
Richard Jenkins, “The Shape of Water”
Christopher Plummer, “All the Money in the World”
Sam Rockwell, “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri” *WINNER


“A Fantastic Woman” *WINNER
“The Insult”
“On Body and Soul”
“The Square”


“Edith + Eddie”
“Heaven is a Traffic Jam on the 405” *WINNER
“Knife Skills”
“Traffic Stop”


“Abacus: Small Enough to Jail”
“Faces Places”
“Icarus” *WINNER
“Last Men in Aleppo”
“Strong Island”


“Mighty River,” “Mudbound”
“Mystery of Love,” “Call Me by Your Name”
“Remember Me,” “Coco” *WINNER
“Stand Up For Something,” “Marshall”
“This is Me,” “Greatest Showman”


“The Boss Baby”
“The Breadman”
“Coco” *WINNER
“Loving Vincent”


“Call Me by Your Name” *WINNER
“The Disaster Artist”
“Molly’s Game”


“The Big Sick”
“Get Out” *WINNER
“Lady Bird”
“The Shape of Water”
“Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri”


“Beauty and the Beast”
“Blade Runner 2049”
“Darkest Hour”
“The Shape of Water” *WINNER


“Blade Runner 2049” *WINNER
“Darkest Hour”
“The Shape of Water”


“Beauty and the Beast”
“Darkest Hour”
“Phantom Thread” *WINNER
“The Shape of Water”
“Victoria and Abdul”


“Baby Driver”
“Blade Runner 2049”
“Dunkirk” *WINNER
“The Shape of Water”
“Star Wars: The Last Jedi”


“Baby Driver”
“Blade Runner 2049”
“Dunkirk” *WINNER
“The Shape of Water”
“Star Wars: The Last Jedi”


“Dear Basketball” *WINNER
“Garden Party”
“Negative Space”
“Revolting Rhymes”


“DeKalb Elementary”
“The Eleven O’Clock”
“My Nephew Emmett”
“The Silent Child” *WINNER
“Watu Wote/All of Us”


“Phantom Thread”
“The Shape of Water” *WINNER
“Star Wars: The Last Jedi”
“Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri”


“Blade Runner 2049” *WINNER
“Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2”
“Kong: Skull Island”
“Star Wars: The Last Jedi”
“War for the Planet of the Apes”


“Baby Driver”
“Dunkirk” *WINNER
“I, Tonya”
“The Shape of Water”
“Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri”


“Darkest Hour” *WINNER
“Victoria and Abdul”
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The Most Colorful Italian Fall Fashion Yet VS The World VS The Italian Food

March 02, 2018


Italians do it better. When better is equal to super colorful fashion, not to super juicy… Juicy pizza, pasta, formaggio or cannoli, ciao! When it’s juicy, it’s no longer better, it’s the best! Il migliore!

A colourful like no other Fall season ever or an era like no other before. And it’s not just the colors, it’s the madness as the form of expression and the passion for fashion – or so they say – that put Milan in a very precise point on the actual fashion global map. A very loud fashion Milan as opposed to the nonchalant gourmet Milan.

Or is it the holy new dimension mass marketing took? Something about this era that makes us ask ourselves and the world a lot of questions.


It seems like, nowadays, everyone puts everything on the table just to be in line with the whole hysteria going on in the world right now. It’s like boom this, boom that, boom boom boom! It’s like let’s not even stop to breathe because we might miss something or we wouldn’t be in line with everyone and everything happening. And we almost always hear them say yeah, man, this is the world we live in, we just have to adjust. A world of doubt and solitude rather than mystery, a world of pretending rather than actually living, a world where louder is better.

But not the best!

And what if we don’t really like the world we’re told we are supposedly living in? Well, we create our own and be the kind of different we feel like and choose to be. Genuinely. In terms of we can not really be told of how we’re supposed to be and the world is, ultimately, just the way we make it.

So we wear sandals with socks in the streets.

A world where individuality, character and truth triumph. Where art expresses truth. When it doesn’t – well – it must be someone else’s view on truth in a world someone else chooses to live in. But not us, we wear sandals with socks in the streets! It’s a matter of intuition and the left side of the brain at all times.

Gucci Fall 2018

Do the heads in the hands of the models mean the fact that people are so desperate to look like someone else that they get to have two heads? They will always come second to the original. Why not be the first? Why not be yourself? Or the fact that people are so desperate to look alike? To blend in more easily. Imagine a world full of that. Might this be what Alessando Michele imagined himself? Imagination is key, man!

This is the awesome part of being a popular designer with a team that helps you express greater than fashion things through fashion, but also through expression help fashion become the art that fashion once was. Obviously, without taking it too seriously, because fashion is only here to make our lives more beautiful. That’s what art does, ciao!

And art is about emotion of any kind. It must set up a mood, put some questions inside, make you open your mind with or without even realising, make you want to do stuff or make you want to look at the sky and think. Or feel.


When it comes to whatsoever form of art, I am totally down and eager to see what comes from the heart of the creative. However, there are always discussions of interest coming from marketing, since Gucci has become a brand that has markets to charm across the globe and it has to please everything and, obviously, sell everywhere. On Mars, even. But I do believe – want to believe – in Michele’s creative spirit going wild first and foremost ahead of anything else. I refuse to believe in him being the tool of this Cyborg society even if its name is Gucci.


Moschino Fall 2018

John F. Kennedy told Marilyn Monroe aliens were real. Jeremy Scott’s conspiracy theory is that Jackie Kennedy was an alien herself and responsible for both of their deaths. Now that is an interesting starting point.


Prada Fall 2018

When Sarah Mower of Vogue says going to Prada was kind of a mind fuck, firstly it makes it even more legit the use of the f word in the most fun way and secondly, it makes us all realise just how sick the Prada show was. The only fun way of talking about sick is when sick is fun. Is the below fun?

Marni Fall 2018

It was all about ethical creativity through compressed, recycled textiles and Yves Klein-blue mixed with electric colours. Does anyone else miss Consuelo Castiglioni’s intuition, also?

And then there’s Dolce & Gabbana Fall 2018

Warm up your eyes for this. Do a push-up or two. Say a prayer or read a marketing book.


What I find pretty interesting and smart (could something be interesting without it being smart?) is Moncler’s collaborations. Is it marketing or intuition? Maybe both.

Moncler Fall 2018

Remo Ruffini staged the relaunch of his Moncler brand with something he’s boldly named the Genius Group with a designer circle that includes Pierpaolo Piccioli, Simone Rocha, and Craig Green, among others.

Moncler 1 Pierpaolo Piccioli. Ciaaao!

Moncler 4 Simone Rocha


Interesting? Smart? Intuitive? Fun? Genuine? Passionate? Mad? Desperate? Alone? Happy?


🍝🍝🍝  Pasta anyone? 🍝🍝🍝


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Walk That Walk!

February 23, 2018

So we (I know I) have been using this phrase for quite some time now. Walk that walk. Walk that walk automatically implies walking on your own planet and on your own planet you have a certain walk. Or to the silence. Or thoughts. Or feelings.

And then comes the style. In fact, 👆🏻 is style (to me). Once you take the time to observe your own planet, the style comes from within and then you’re just a walking planet with its own satellites and everything.

Yes, this is style (to me).

You get dressed for the day you are about to have or think about how you want your day to feel like and dress for it. Clothes are agents of mood change, I once read in a British Vogue. Sometimes you feel like you need the whole planet with you and take all of the stuff you want to wear on you. Other times, you just want to feel naked and a good t-shirt + good jeans (and genes) would do.

So, there’s a certain freedom to wearing your favourite from last summer (or freshly purchased) pair of sandals with socks in cold weather. Because it is chilly outside and because the higher you are in the clouds, the more real you become. You also like to spend some time on your own in the city, doing your own stuff. So you need your socks, you are not a poser. Or maybe you don’t need the socks because you are never cold, you are some sort of cold creature and that’s ok, too, as long as you’re not a poser.

You are you.

And then you put on a pair of pants that you obviously love and maybe even a woollen-that-feels-nice-on-skin dress you throw on top, a jacket you must have obsessed about some time ago and still are in love with. You just had a bath before going out and you spent a good amount of time on making your hair feel like you just hadn’t. Because you like the ease, but you also like the beautiful. Your kind of beautiful.

You have your backpack with some stuff that you might need in case you magically and unexpectedly drive somewhere after a long day and you might need your hands cream, you know?

And, man, you dropped by your favourite coffee shop or whatever to get the coffee that feels so right on your lips and everything. For you.

Your shades.

This is Mary-Kate Olsen, btw, in the picture, so you see how not the face or even notoriety makes everything out of someone? It’s the swag. Your own individual planet.

Our universe.


PS: the face helps, though. A lot. And that will be another story.
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