1st of January should be declared the hangover day (if one hasn’t already). A good kind of hangover that makes you loosen up your mind and laugh at every joke while wearing the most hugging-your-body clothes ever can turn the first day of the year into a day out of this planet (more…)
This is the first out of what is about to become the Friday routine. Feel free to join anytime. And also the perfect time for you to read this on Friday. Fridaze for real. Free Fridays for real. And so on.
Doesn’t Friday make you want to do things? Things you normally do howsoever during the rest of the week, but Friday has this thing you can not touch, but oh, can, most certainly, only feel and energy never lies. It is like, maybe, during the week you’d been feeling kinda tired or lazy, hopeless or whatever, and then Friday comes along and boom! It’s like a whole new world opens up in front of you, but then Sunday comes and slams it in your face.
We have only 2 days – actually 2 nights and a day and a half – to feel everything this post is about with this precise mood. You have now. Take a moment to realise it’s Friday. Fridaaaay! Yes, no? All the other days are just as great blah-blah, yes. Except for Sundays. Sundays I don’t really get.
I’d started to write this long ago and I always got to it on Fridays (the day to post it). I was getting into the hype of this whole thing I’m writing this very instant here and now about, opened the laptop, started to type, but in the end, the mood was so good that I just fell into it completely and didn’t look back. Into the laptop.
Turned up the volume and sang or danced on my own throughout the house, meditated, ate, went to some friends’ to couch potato over some potatoes, got under a blanket and watched a movie. Not an easy movie, but a complex, twisted, awing movie. It is what we call a mind fuck. Because Fridays feel like taking it all in and enjoying the “it” and the “all”.
Because on Fridays we always have time.
These below are for when you get home, close the door to everything and be yourself with whatever or whomever sets your mood on for the weekend and for any other day.
Your guide through this Friday #tgif #tgif #tgif:
Have you watched Baz Luhrman’s “Romeo & Juliet“ yet? It’s always good. Even for the 8th time.
I am so-oh-oh curious what you do on Friday evenings, jees! Write me be-eh-low.
Now I love magic and it is said that magic is represented by purple. So that’s why I like purple, though few purple things could be found in my closet. Or home. Or anything. Do you have any?
Anyway. Interesting. So when you see someone wearing it, it shakes things a bit.
It is also the colour of spirituality, power, nobility, but also of mourning. The last one is, most probably, the reason behind Hillary and Bill Clinton’s use of the colour. Or maybe it’s the power. On a day in which fashion is the least to think about – I bet – we can not but smile admiringly in front of our screens when watching the beautiful, warm concession speech this tremendous fighter gave.
She has been doing this for two years now and she did it one more time here. Wore a pantsuit by Ralph Lauren. She wore head to toe red, blue, white, navy, but this is the first time she does purple. Accents of. Purple is, however, the combination between blue and red, Democrats and Republicans.
You see how fashion is not just about covering the body sometimes? It is about so much more.
If only she would have spoken this warm all along and showed this pure emotions, maybe, just maybe today would have been different. But! But everything happens for a reason we will probably figure out later.
Anyway, this was noble as the the colour we began with.
Keep on spreading the love!
What would be the odds if you were actually in the car right now, reading this? You might wanna finish it and then see what.
They say that nothing on tv right now is real anymore. We are talking shows here. That all the dialogs and singing and everything that seems so spontaneous, in fact, it is not. Unpremeditated or not, there are shows that totally rock and others that not, so no matter the circumstances… F*ck that! Wether something is previously directed or not, who cares? As long as the result makes you feel something cool. Here.
Singing and, better yet, interpreting like that, with a brief list of people in the car is one of the best feelings. Ever! It takes just a ride, sometimes, to get one’s spirit high. A ride and some good music.
Improvising conversations on the spot with a even briefer list of people does not only get you high, but also on a boat which takes you far away into whatever you want to imagine.
Even during meetings. And this is the emotion this specific “Carpool Karaoke” triggered in me.
Only to be tried if still able to be focused on meetings duh. Both of us laying on a blanket, forgetting about the world (with the world, basically, in front of us) on a side of a lake or having a cocktail we choose to share on a side of a pool, swinging legs very slowly – both in imagination and reality. We are in our own world then.
This is what Gaga and James did. They did their thing. Only in a car, alone, with just a couple of millions people watching. But who cares and who’s counting? There’s only one Gaga – that’s fo sho! – who can pull those “fashion fails” off and turn them into statements.
There’s only one you.
And one other thing trigging in me right now is looking forward to getting in the car and sing!
P.S.: it’s the brief list of people that has to be real af.
“It’s hard to feel the ruuuuush, to brush the dangeroooooous
I’m gonna run right to, to the eeeeeedge with you
Where we can both fall faaaaar in love“
The Internet has been rumbling for more than 30 hours with live videos, and Instagram snaps, and who slayed better than who, and who is bigger than who, and who deserves the vanguardest of the vanguradest due to MTV. We can not complain. (more…)
Saluuut [səˈlut]! Only say it with the Hellooo tone, you know. “I’ve always wanted to learn French and drink wine before noon”, said Carrie Bradshaw and probably a whole quarter of our planet. Un quart de notre planète. “Et voilà!”, said I while looking at the glass of wine next to me writing this as we speak.
Truth is I have always loved French (je ne sais pourquoi) and adored Paris and Paris, to me, has been all along changing. Ever since before even going there, I was absolutely fascinated by it and – maybe it is the story everyone (who loves Paris) is telling (/selling) or maybe it really is about the quoi – now that I have, I still am. Once you’re there you can see that it is about them both.
The stories and the quoi.
And the fact that there really is a quoi makes it all so fabulous. Because stories are everywhere, quoi isn’t.
This is one of the reasons for “OZ” – being made – “in Paris”. Btw.
OZ? OZ is the universe you make around you, the universe you can be the wizard of. Wink.
Cap ou pas cap?
It is a film called “Jeux d’enfants”. No connection (or connection, ha), but since we are talking about quois and today is Bastille Day, we have to talk about le French.
So there is this movie and I can’t decide who I like more in it. Marion Cotillard, who I love for being Edith Piaf in “La vie en rose” (and for just about anything she is in anything) or Guillaume Canet for being Alex in Last night. You see how “I like” quickly transformed into “I love”? Jees.
About “Jees”. A very good friend of mine once told me while in a store, totally amazed by my adoration for les stripes, “Jees, this is so you!” and I was only trying a breton stripe on and thought that it is so common for everyone not just for me. But he was like “No, it is literally when I see stripes that I instantly think of you, not anyone else. You have an obsession, my friend!” and I guess I do.
Or is it his obsession over me? I am so kidding, my friends.
Gabrielle Bonheur “Coco” Chanel put the breton stripe (!!!) on the fashion map in 1917 (after it being, firstly, introduced in the French navy in 1858) and the French (well, not only) women wore it like there was no tomorrow. The designer must have liked the stripes a lot, but so do we. So do we.
Newsflash! No, for real. The original breton stripe had 21 stripes, one for each of Napoleon’s victories. Told ya.
If we are to start talking about the French cuisine now, over the wine I have been looking at, we might as well wrap it all up here and forget about everything and just enjoy the moment. Just as authentic (
dramatic artistic) French women do. And French men, too. Thanks to Because of their French women. They all forget about anything else and just live.
… According to “How to be Parisian wherever you are“, by Caroline de Maigret, Anne Berest, Sophie Mas and Audrey Diwan who I am quoting from the book now: “Age should never be an excuse to go to bed early”. Or “The Parisienne is in love with the idea of love”, which I am not sure is the wisest approach on love, but it sounds romantic and I totally thumb up for it.
Do you? We should meet.
And talk in French or listen to one that would like to buy a hamburger (below) – but, maaaaan (!), their crêpes au chocolat!(!!!) –
and then look deep into each other eyes’ while laughing. You see what Paris does to people?
The other thing we should be having fireworks for today is Coco having said “Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.”
Now I am drinking the wine to that. Not just looking. And if it actually is “before noon” when you read this, then you totally get me and my point.
And crave. I bet.
Until just recently I had no idea what I truly wanted to do with my life, so I mingled from thing to thing gathering all sort of experiences, meeting different people, watching lots of movies, listening to music etc. Just keeping my eyes wide open. Mind and soul, also.
I still do all of these things (In fact, I always have this anxiety to do things, any things) with the same energy I do Netflix and chill. The same! Only now I know this is the place I have always wanted to be in and have been working for all along.
And I came to say this because of Netflix. Neah. But actually yeah. My hugging partner and I have just last night rewatched Martin Scorsese’s “Goodfellas”.
1. Ray Liota’s character became a gangster just because of the way of living of a gangster, not money (!) which is awesome.
2. Karen Hill’s (the character) dress, in the rat out at the police station, turned itself into the character which is just as awesome as earlier the character.
And made me realise why I love it so much to be here. Because of moments like these.
The moment when it hit me. My mom took me to my first day of school in a dress just like this from above. Even prettier. I’ll show it to you when I find the picture. And she mesmerised me in it. Just as she did every morning getting ready for work or at nights for the parties my parents and their friends used to throw.
Just like Lorraine Bracco’s appearance in this scene. And the way they talked about style.
My mom and Karen!
It weren’t just my eyes open, I tell you. It were the ears all along, too.
And we never really thought of it when it happened, back when we were kids (I know I didn’t) until we do and then we know. So looking back, growing up, I guess I just knew the kind of woman I wanted to be. Or the woman I’ve been becoming without even realising. But then you do. I do, too. In moments like this.
Eyes and ears open, my friends. And love. Free love.
All of it leads us to today and they don’t say “Live in the moment!” for nothing, anyway.
PS: I am dying to wear the dress!
Yeah, interesting choice of words. And pictures.
The premiere of Game of Thrones got all of our attention this past weekend. It didn’t?! Jk. Of course it did not. Not as long as Beyoncé is, you know, Beyoncé and masters a Saturday like no other by launching not only a video, but all the videos from her sixth solo album, not only an album, but a visual album, not only the hour long collage of videos (!!!) mussed and fussed about on HBO, but also a trailer of the collage (!!!). So, it went from a video to a bunch of videos to a visual poetry about them to a trailer of the visuals of the album.
Do you feel like spinning? Me too. Let’s get into formation!
Did you? Do it, ’cause the world is gone mad. In a good way, I think. Hope. Back in the days, there used to be artists and artists used to launch their albums and then a video or two or four from it. On MTV. Or Youtube. So long.
Now, there’s Beyonce who might be an alien even though they say that
I don’t know about that, but this just might be my next phone wallpaper.
“Lemonade” is a Tidal exclusive right now, so ta-da, hello, Tidal! Yet again. It might be about the cheating of her husband, but it isn’t. It’s Bey giving the public what the public wants and that is intrigue.
Can you see Bey communicating with Jay (a.k.a. threatening him of leaving due to the cheating) through songs? Come on, you. Bey doing this for the cheated on women (or men), calling them to action and totally empathising? Mos def. For the struggle black women have with themselves and with the world around them? Hell yea. For the awareness of what society, aggressiveness of any kind, the never-ending discrimination, meanness on any level can do in the world? Love is the answer, in the end. In life. In “Lemonade”.
And about that, what has Bey got to do with Jay is only what Bey gotta know with Jay. If it weren’t for Bey and Jay I wouldn’t be wearing the “Surfboard” sweat as we speak.
“Lemonade” is so artistic, it’s like every time I think of it, something else comes to mind. It’s an ongoing process, it makes you think, it makes you see and appreciate the tremendous power art has on people. Through powerful, lush, yet grunge visuals linked strongly to raw lyrics.
“God is God and I am not” flashes through “Lemonade” at some point. Now I don’t know about that. She must be somewhat of a supernatural since she can set the world on fire in head-to-toe Gucci, smash things around in Roberto Cavalli and get away with it. She took the rage to a fabulous degree. In a Beyoncé world, where she has different hours from ours. Lemonade anyone?
It’s time for us to get out of formation now, try not to breath under water, don’t even think of flooding buildings or streets, put the matches away, forget about jumping off buildings (only she can duh) and “bey” good. I know I will and will. And so totally get “Bey good” printed on my T-shirt.
Way to go, Cristina!
Way to go, you!
It started slowly, very slowly to get under my skin. So slowly that it almost hadn’t had. That it almost stopped right before I even plunged into it. Right there, on the edge. So slowly that I barely memorised the name of it while into the 2nd episode. I was still not convinced about it into the 3rd one. But then. Oh well, then I could find my inner peace only after I’d seen it all. All, all. During the New Year’s Eve short holiday. Yes, New Year’s. Yes, short.
Last year’s NYE. Just in time to live all the drama of last year’s live airings. Oh.
You can totally thank me for not revealing the spoiler of your life. You know I wouldn’t do that ever. Still, it is on the tip of my tongue, you know? Some cheese should be laying on yours as we speak (“cheese” spelled as in p i z z a). Some red wine should fill the glass you are holding now (“red wine” spelled as in r e d w i n e). Because you are about to start watching GOT. That is if you haven’t already (What? How? Who are you? Jk).
By the time you are getting into this (and hopefully you are plunging into it, not just standing on the edge there. Come in, come in), you probably figured out that goth is not really my thing. Nor is blood, although I don’t faint when I see it. Nor is puke. Though I feel like puking when I see one.
It’s not that often as it may sound. “Scary movie” like.
Aaugh, Cristina! I know.
But this is nothing compared to Game of Thrones.
“Game of thrones” will throw the dirt, the blood, the eyes, the puke, yes, the heart if needed, the “Valyrian” (I love to pronounce this) sword right atcha. Right from the settings. No strings attached. And then you’re cured. You can watch anything.
Obviously, this is nothing as opposed to everything this show stands for.
Art. A R T.
It moves you, it scares you, it makes you love, it makes you hate, it gets you to the next level, it makes you break your tv (not me, but that’s a fact), it makes you be so damn present. Man, would I had ever thought of speaking of it as I do right now when I first heard of it? Def not. Would I had ever thought of spending the NYE watching it? Never.
Never say never.
And look at me now. Posting videos of monsters puking and telling people “You kidding me?! I’m watching Game of Thrones. I’m down.”, accompanied by the index finger moving bottom up and by the half of the face that “knows something”.
If you got by here than you are a GOT fan and you are dying to see the new season’s premiere airing on the 24th of April or you are someone who is still on that edge I know I was once on. Only by now, I am sure you heard of Jon Snow. Guys going gay for him, girls going coo-coo after him, when in fact:
He is just one of the very few, that’s true, characters you are going to love.
And watch dying. And want to run your fingers through their hair. You don’t? You will after meeting Tyrion.
Synergy is when you meet someone and sparks come out of the thing between the two of you, is when you talk with someone about the stars at 3 a.m. and you feel like floating, is when “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” was made, is when all the GOT actors and actresses met the 1000 of the GOT staff (settings, costumes, make-ups, schedules, everything) and GOT popped out. As a firework.
They are not only excellent professionals (that should be redundant, right?), but also a hell of great people.
The word “hell” suits perfectly here if you’re good with grammar. When in doubt of what to do, watch a couple of (all) interviews of anyone from GOT. Or when in the mood of falling in love. Love, love. Watch, watch. Watch it, please. Watch it, watch it, Watch it, watch it, watch it.
It is the most complex and artistic show I have ever watched. Watch it, watch it. Kidding, kidding. It is the most expensive shows of all times and you will get why after watching the makinggameofthrones.com. The show is great and all, but wait till you see the making of it. The show of the show, actually. Mind blowing. This is how the world should function.
Mind blowing, passion, get it, get it?
Watch it, watch it. Waaaaaatch it.
I wonder wether or not I will be posting something like “Oh, would I had ever thought of actually reading all the books that George R. R. Martin wrote and of actually dying to get to read the sequel that the author himself hasn’t anyway so far?” any time now.
Oh well, we “know nothing” after all.
Have you ever asked yourself what kind of music could you listen to day and night, not like on-and-on-again, but if-I-supposedly-woke-you-up-at-3 a.m.-put some-music-for-you-what-would-be-the-music-that-wouldn’t-make-you-instantly-throw-a-pillow-at-me like?
You would, most probably, anyway, but still, what would it be? I’ve been asking myself this for some time now just to see if the answer is the same and it is. George Michael all the way.
It’s the same with clothes. There are clothes that you would throw on you at any time and feel good under whatever circumstances and that are, usually, the ones to define your style.
What is the first image of him that comes to mind? Your mind. Fast, fast, fast. First! Exactly!
The cross earring, the biker jacket and that hair. Would you have said the cross earring only? No, of course not. The image flashed before our eyes a couple of seconds ago and it was it all. It was Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou a.k.a. George Michael, born in London to a Greek father and an English mother.
Not to mention those aviators and that look! Hey, but that’s just me and Father Figure is one of my all time favourite songs. Flamenco dancing emoji.
He was so into singing that he didn’t care about what he wore – or at least he pretended not to – and kept on wearing the same things which, put together created something so authentic that it, eventually, turned into the iconic style we all have been in awe of. Although, his music was first, that kind of style can only be pulled off by someone who enjoys fashion and its magic. He was the only one to have had 5 supermodels in one video alone and take the day of the shooting off. That’s right. ⬇️
Freedom!, directed by David Fincher.
He had to show up in Too funky (directed by Thierry Mugler), though, just to show the world what Beyonce’s bodysuit would look like twenty years later.
Faith not only became one of his greatest hits, but propelled the Levi’s 501 to stardom, God bless that day!
One More Try is now playing in my background and it is the proof that style does not only mean clothes.
But then there he is in an all leather. Fast love.
And in an all white. A Different Corner.
No, you are Amazing, George!
And you sang with Whitney and that is that! If I Told You That
Welcome to the 88th Academy Award!
And the winners are.
That was quick.
Best picture – “Spotlight” directed by Tom McCarthy
Best actor in leading role – Leonardo DiCaprio (the standing ovations and smiles were almost as emotional (and cool) as Leo’s speech)
Best actress in leading role – Brie Larson
Best director – Alejandro González Iñárritu for “The Revenant”
Best supporting actress – Alicia Vikander in “The Danish Girls”
Best supporting actor – Mark Rylance in “Bridge of spies”
Best original score – Ennio Morricone for “The hateful eight” (Finally!)
Best original song – Sam Smith, “Writing’s on the wall” for “Spectre”
Best documentary – “Amy” by Asif Kapadia
Best cinematography – Emmanuel Lubezki for “The Revenant”
Best writing adapted screenplay – Adam McKay for “The Big Short”
Best visual effects – Andrew Whitehurst, Paul Norris, Mark Ardington, Sara Bennett for “Ex Machina”
Here are the beauties and the beasts of the red carpet. Beasts? Neah, the badasses. The beauties remain the beauties.
Cate Blanchett. Few could have pulled this off. Rephrase. Only Blanchett could. Cate Blanchett.
Now. I love (love!) Alicia Vikander, but. But. She has had so much better appearances here, here, here. Yet, the instant she won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress and gave a cute and emotional speech, suddenly, right then and there the dress and the bun on her head shined like there was no tomorrow. She was the belle of the ball.
Olivia Wilde looked a lot like Alicia above just a month ago and looked gorgeous doing it.
Charlize Theron. On the red carpet I saw the beauty of Charlize, but then when she presented the award for best writing, the necklace and dress helped her shine even more and then I got it.
Naomi Watts. Rocking it yet again.
Julianne Moore wears Chanel and acts accordingly.
Jennifer Lawrence. Loved the lots of skin and no jewellery effect.
Rooney Mara. The dress in combination with these beauty details? Very cool.
Margot Robbie and that tassel!
Lady Gaga and the oldschool Hollywood glamour.
Brie Larson. She was the official winner. Of the Oscar. Bravo!
Can you hear the drums?
For Tom Hardy it wasn’t enough. He not only brought the sunglasses with him and has himself on the phone case (?!?!? I refuse to believe that!), but he took a picture with Leo. Who! Is even more of a badass and didn’t even look in the camera for the picture Tom Hardy himself took, the picture that was going to take over the world.
“Writing’s on the wall” was gracefully performed by Sam Smith and later, eventually, won the Oscar. Neah, I’m kidding. I am not, but I was so sure Gaga was going to win, though thought The Weeknd’s “Earned it” earned it all along. Only for the “Fifty shades of grey” to erase its shameful shades (in fact, I haven’t even watched the film just because of the shame I read literally everywhere). Literally everywhere was “Earned it” anyway and we all have been loving The Weeknd ever since. Well, I have.
The Weeknd was high, but not as in his “High for this”, but as in high in his lungs while performing at the Oscars. His smile while singing, tho’…
The goosebumps of the night came from Lady Gaga’s performance.
The directing of the show was great. There should be an Oscar for that, too. A Golden Globe would be more appropriate. But these were the Oscars of 2016 an it was fun!
“Thank you, Brooklyn!”, Chris Rock.
Great, I’ve been working on the surfboard, surfboard getting out of my system and haven’t succeeded at it and I, in fact, don’t want for it to go, so, therefore, it is still here.
… When this comes along. Work, work, work, love, love, love, dirt, dirt, dirt, nah, nah, nah, work, work, work, turn, turn, turn. Groovy. Or ANTI, the nr. 8 album of Rihanna nah nah. The much anticipated, the 3 years awaited for album umm ummm.
Repetition has been having a blast for some time now. Years. Years, years.
It’s like Boomerang. Hashtag.
Don’t you miss Rihanna on Instagram? … Is that lame to say? In the Instagram world, I guess it isn’t, but you know what I mean, as in she kinda ruled it, with a crown and all.
Then boom, nothing. And this is what came out of the nothing. The album. Or she just got fed up. She went “f*ck off…”.
Or her marketing team has been vacationing for 3 years now.
Regardless, Rihanna is “dope” (she promoted the word back in the days on Insta) and she is here. Boom. Boom, boom. And if you got by here reading this, I salute and hug you. Jk. But I would if I could.
Jk. This is your prize. The 13-track standard edition will stream exclusively on Tidal for seven days. Put on your $9,000 Dolce&Gabbana headphones (below), listen to “Work”, the first released track, and there will be no way back for you. “Work, work, work / Work, work, work / You see me I be / Work, work, work / Work, work, work”.
Now you try and use that many words as an introduction to “You can download or stream Rihanna’s new album, “ANTI”, just by clicking here. What’s your favourite track? Love on the brain is mine.
This is why. There.