Whatever Will Be, Will be!

August 25, 2014

So, I like to dress up. I even do it at home when I am alone, but not exclusively. Sometimes I have an audience of one or two. I mess my hair up, put my new favorite dress on, some strappy sandals and stroll. And dance. And then my spirit lifts. Along with the audience’s, which makes it even funnier. So yes, I like to like the clothes I’m wearing and to feel fabulous in them. Whether it’s a fancy or a training suit.

strike a genuine pose!
strike a genuine pose!

I’d like to make it more often on my blog, too. Maybe you’ll like it, maybe you won’t. Like in the Baz Luhrmann’s song, “Everybody’s free (to wear sunscreen)”.

Actually, this one from above is a snapshot of what this post (and website) is all about. Let’s be fun, let’s be ironic, let’s be whatever we want to be. Do anything that makes us happy. Do one thing every day that scares us. Let’s stop worrying so much and enjoy life more. Stop judging, start loving.

This became way too much for this “hey, look at what I’m wearing today!” post only, but it is a glimpse of what is yet to come. Both as words (fronting the feelings) and as images (fronting the words). I enjoy it and invite you to do the same. We’ll discover the way. Together.

This is it!

bring ur shoulders in front! myeah
bring ur shoulders in front! myeah
oh, yeah! u make me smile while striking a pose :>
oh, yeah! hand in hair :>


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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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Do You Have A Melody?

August 05, 2014
It’s been a hard day. A lot is happening. You feel like your mind is always busy running away.

And you don’t even know where. Sometimes there might be places you’ve been before. Other times, places you know nothing about. Still you are the happiest there. Life… It’s so fun, when you think about it. Ups and downs, happiness and sadness, butterflies and emptiness, beginnings and ends.

Life may surprise you, though, just about… Now. Tonight. Tomorrow. You never know.

Celebrity Sightings In New York City - July 27, 2012

“New York melody” is about that. Won’t tell you more. You know what they say… Some things are better left unsaid. But oh!


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Elena Perminova. The Cool In The Russian Roulette.

July 27, 2014

Instagram became the extension of my hands these days. It is about following cool, fresh, funny, talented people and interesting media channels, rather than only posting stuff myself. Can’t deny though, it is getting to me. One from my “following” list is this nowadays cinderella, the bad girl gone good, the fierce cheekbones and legs going by the name of Elena Perminova.

You can see her everywhere.


I wanted to know who she is from the first picture I saw her in. Yes, she has this flamboyant style, almost impossible to reproduce. And no, it’s not only about the expensive clothes she wears. One can not put a finger on the fashion style that would describe her best. It’s in her flair. The colours, the textures, the prints are always swirling perfectly with the hair, the accessories and, most importantly, with the attitude. Yet again! Maybe it comes from the easiness she mixes them all with, maybe from the fun she has in the meantime. Or better yet, from both. It doesn’t matter since she is throwing out a party for the eyes each time she gets under clothes. Enjoy!
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The story behind her is almost as exciting as her style. Born in Siberia, went to prison at the age of 16 for being an exctasy dealer in clubs with the twice-her-age-then boyfriend, freed by her “angel” (as she calls him now) Alexander Lebedev (a former KGB agent, a billionaire media magnate who is in open opposition to Vladimir Putin and, moreover, runs the UK’s London Evening and The Independent), whom she married and has 3 children with. Next thing you know she is one of the “It girls” right now, part of the hottest paparazzi frenzy, the Russian “It girls”, that is. Uh! I know.
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Swinging In Vama Veche

July 09, 2014
The excitement of waking up early in the morning to leave for the seaside. The packing of it all (literally) for the beach. The first sight of the sea in that first ray of the day.

It is Friday afternoon, after a full day of work, and I don’t know what to grab faster to put in my bag and leave. For Vama Veche.

After a short nap (myself, not driving, enjoying a Salitos instead) on the highway we arrive at our destination. We try to mingle – by car –  through the people walking both on the road and on the sidewalk. Not cool trying to get in by car in Vama… Hipsters would never do that. Maybe this is the reason for not having roads here… Too mainstream.

Amphora Hotel is less than we expected it to be (except for the receptionist who is very smily, war and friendly), but anyway, who is there to stay in? We change in something warmer and we are ready to paaaartey. And party we did. In two different UGGs. They were supposed to be my main fashion warm item of the weekend. And they were. One of my mom’s. One of mine. (Imagine the hurry of packing!)

UGG different boots and sizes

When wishing on swaying your body to a good music, while being dressed as for a campfire on a beach, you could count on Amphora. Or, better yet, swaying in a real swing right below the sea at night, with Snow Patrol in the background? You got it!

You feel like dancing on tables (on all kinds of music) and feel the breeze in your hair, on your skin and in your bones (it is pretty cold out there), then you should pass through Expirat.

The morning came pretty soon and we are back on the beach. Just laying. The main thing with the beach here is that no one really gives a damn. Everyone is just chilling. No muss, no fuss. No Mamaia – let’s say – fuss. You just enjoy the beach, the sun, the sand, the quiet, the love and the water not so much, since it is pretty filthy. Right on time for the wind to be there and to chill you.

hello from vama veche

From time to time a new place pops up in Vama. It is Sandalandala’s time to shine now. It is a vast place for camping in a pretty elegant and clean way. On the grass, under the moon. Weather you have your own tent (20 Lei) or you rent one (200 Lei), showers and toilets included, you can enjoy the whole “Vama experience” the new hipsters’ way. The design is nice – Ipanema slippers everywhere -, the food is OK – you should definitely try the Focaccia with Nutella after some smoking or drinking or both -, the music is good – chillout -, the milkshakes are done by a nice barman – the banana one tastes smooth.

Sunday finds us on the beach. This time around with some really beautiful mixed music coming from Amphora (yet again).

Just perfect to read a book. My choice for the weekend? Women, by Charles Bukowski. This was a present for my mom some time ago. I knew at the time this is an international best seller and that was it. Just later I found out, while watching Californication, that this book stands for inspiration for the show. Too late, my mom had already read it. I don’t know for whom it was a bigger of a surprise. For me or for my mom. Since the book is full of explicit sex scenes, dirty language and alcoholism. All in a very talented way of writing. Pfew.

You can absolutely not leave Vama Veche without having eaten pancakes from Clatite… Something. The simple one with Nutella rules. Ok, the one with Nutella and jam is fabulous. The one with cheese and dill is fresh. The fried one with Nutella and Rum in a melon is interesting. Or is it just me and my addiction to pancakes…? To Paris…? Maybe!

pancakes in melon

The sunrise in Vama +

…are a must! A! And the kiss…

Vama Veche ain’t no Coachella, nor Saint Tropez. It has something on its own… Something you have to discover yourself. Good or bad.

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Oops, A Burger!

June 30, 2014
It’s 10 in the morning, it’s Sunday, the sun is in the house and I’m happy, clap along if you feel like a room without a roof! A healthy shake in the morning (almond milk, bananas, raspberries, apricots, pineapple), a good book, a 6 km run and a shower later I find myself ordering the burger that’s about to become the best I’ve had in Bucharest so far. Speaking of burgers.

The bun is crunchy and sweet enough, the meat is medium done (as I asked) and tasty, the tomatoes, the pickles, the salad and the fries on the side are waiting for me to mix as I please. A coleslaw salad is on the plate and even though you think, at first, that maybe it’s too much, you can not but taste a bit once in a while and it seems so right. It’s the drill. So maybe I had a few good burgers in town, but none of them had this service. The burger had the right temperature and the waiter was great! We were all a smile when we left, wishing each other a fabulous week. And so it shall be!

Premium cheeseburger, regular, Osho restaurant, Primaverii, 19-21.

Oh, and btw, the debate on the hamburger’s origin is still on. It is either from the USA, either from Hamburg, Germany in the 1990s.

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Giovanna Battaglia Rules.

June 27, 2014


When it comes to having fun while dressing up and enjoying the style you made up for yourself just like for a role you’re going to play in, Giovanna Battaglia is the answer.

The way she gives a twist to the latest trends and mixes pieces in the most unique, yet clean way is always fresh, interesting to observe, inspirational and most important, fun! I would say “When in doubt, do the Battaglia way!”. But! Since the attitude is the key, you’d better feel it when you do it. Otherwise, the role is not yours to have on the stage.






Giovanna Battaglia is contributor fashion editor for Vogue Japan, Vogue Italia, W magazine.


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Geneva in a day

February 18, 2014

And so it begins. Our trip to Portes du Soleil. Scheduled time Saturday, 13.35, estimated time 16.00, canceled in the end, at 17.30. We wait for a solution at ticketing and it seems like all the departures for today have been canceled. So we’re thinking “Ok, let’s leave tomorrow”. While in line, I am looking at the timetable. I can see some check in openings. “Oh!” My mind had just been adjusting to the idea of leaving tomorrow, when suddenly there is this slight possibility of leaving tonight! Nope, nobody’s leaving. “Tomorrow then”, I thought. It was Tuesday the day we left, after all. “Oh nooo, so on Monday I have to go to work then…” And so I did. Never mind that or the tones of snow fallen over Bucharest or the chaos it caused.


Tuesday finally came! The 8.10 flight to Geneva is going to take us closer to our holiday destination. The morning arrival time is the perfect excuse to spend an entire day in the second largest city (after Zurich) in Switzerland and came later to become the perfect beginning of our vacation. The whole day was like a surprise. Even though there were only 3 degrees outside, the sun makes this day look like a spring day. Spring holiday day kind of day. So we rent a car and begin the journey. Since I knew Geneva is one of the most important financial and diplomatic cities in the world (and also the city that hosts the highest number of international organizations in the world, I later found out), I figured the amount of traffic and people would be likewise. Somewhat huge, and busy, and nasty. Was, though, pleasantly surprised when I could feel the relaxed vibrations, step by step, all over the city.

First stop, the coffee shop Boreal (60, Rue du Stand). When parking the car outside (instead of parking it inside and paying for it, as we’d done later), you must have a special “macaron” (that’s its real name) indicating the time you had parked your car so that you know when an hour and half have passed and you have to move it elsewhere or leave. Yes, this is a rule. And so we did at 11.40 in front of the coffee shop. Boreal is a nice place with a calm atmosphere to stay in for good coffee and bites, reading, writing or a nice chat.

We had 45 minutes left of parking, so we took a walk in downtown Geneva. I couldn’t help noticing the clean, neat, yet pretty fun architecture. Rather small buildings, but almost each with something original about them. Either with cozy, romantic balconies (with just a tiny table with a chair on one side and another one on the other side) which I am crazy about, or top floor enormous windows with beautiful views (I can only imagine the gorgeous natural light inside, the fireplace, an elegant comfortable couch to lay on oh!) or nice pastel colored, with fresh flowers facades.

We arrive in Plainpalais (near Rue du Rhone, the Champs Élysées of Switzerland).

A vast place where people gather on weekends and do fun stuff. Watch plays, ride bicycles, read in the sun, do sports, socialize, organize flea markets. Or go more artsy-shmartsy about it and do this. In case of just a couple of minutes to be in this place: smile, kiss, play and make a picture.

We walk back to our car. We don’t want to get any fine for not moving the car after an hour and a half. We rode for a while to get the vibration of Geneva. Playful sun rays through pretty narrow streets, small green places guarded by trim trees, calm drivers in their clean cars, nice window displays (the notorious shops of Rue du Rhone and the cute boutiques nearby), beautiful views at the end of every street.

We got to Cornavin, the main railway located in the centre of the city. This time we leave the car in the parking to be sure we have enough time to enjoy Geneva and grab a good bite. Just as we come out and go on Rue du Mont-Blanc we spot the Mont-Blanc itself. Proudly reigning from above, over the Lac Léman, one of the largest lakes in Western Europe and our companion for most of the rest of the day.

Actors Noël Coward, James Mason, Peter Ustinov, Richard Burton, and Audrey Hepburn all lived in villages on the shores of or in view of the lake. There is a memorial statue of Charlie Chaplin along the promenade in Vevey, a city on the northern shore of the lake, where the actor spent his final years and died. David Bowie moved to a chalet to the north of Lake Geneva in 1976, which inspired him to take up painting and informed the first stages of the “Berlin Trilogy”. Pop singer Phil Collins lives in a home overlooking the lake. Rock band Queen owned and operated Mountain Recording Studios (which is still in use today) in Montreux (also on the northern shore of the lake). There is a statue of lead singer Freddie Mercury, who also owned a second home in Montreux. Ex-Formula 1 driver Michael Schumacher lives with his family in a home overlooking the lake.

While admiring the view on the right (the lake and its surrounding vays with lavishing houses), I couldn’t help noticing, yet again, the beautiful blocks surrounded by lovely trees, amongst the most luxurious hotels in Geneva, on the left, on Quai du Mont-Blanc (Kempinski, President Wilson, D’Angleterre).

It is rather weird, in a pleasant way, how in one of the most important economic centres in the world, you feel this relaxed, with people jogging or walking their pets on the cliff on a Tuesday afternoon, and not heavy at all, as you would expect to feel.

But this all from above are nothing compared to the simple, yet wonderful park we have just arrived in. Geneva is often referred to as the “City of Parks” due to the fact that over one quarter of the city is covered by public parks. Many of the parks were once grand estates that were later dedicated to the city. Most of the parks are situated along the lake with stunning views of the surrounding mountains. This one is called Park Moynier on Route du Lausanne. There is this cute, romantic bench right at the entrance. Can’t help laying here for even just a bit.

As climbing up the small hill I feel as if entering a tale sort of field. With astonishing views wherever I look at, neatly dressed people who salute you with a warm smiling “Bonjour!” (just like that!) and birds singing from the pretty tress.

When talking about trees… There is this tree. “Probably the most beautiful tuilipier in the world” is written on the card attached to it. It must be.

The History of Science Museum, a former estate home, is located in the center of Park Moynier. Outside there are this two “ears”. You can say “Hello!” in one and someone from near the other one will hear it. It is actually an old method for people to communicate. Read this on the plate between the plates.

We think of ending this serene day with something super good to eat. That is how we got to Ole-Ole (11, Rue du Fribourg). Surpisingly, it is a Spanish cuisine and even more surprisingly, we found here the best cheeseburger in the world. Ok, don’t think of something out of the ordinary or something super exclusive. No. It is simply the right amount of every ingridient and each of every one just perfectly made in the most welcoming place with friendly host. Just as simple.

Time to go back to the car and head to Port du Soleil. One great day in Geneva. Inhale… Exhale… They don’t call Geneva “The Peace Capital” for nothing, after all.

Or maybe it was just me and the things I felt that day. The sun on my face on a winter’s day, the lightness of a vacation day on a Tuesday and the love… Everyday.

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