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Clothes that could tell stories. Could they?

August 07, 2015

Have you ever tried to cut your own clothes and then wear them with the pride that makes you feel like you’ve just climbed Kilimanjaro? Well, that’s too extreme of an example. You get the point. Let’s say you are really satisfied with what you have done. After being s*it scared. There.

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I wish I could show you the before and the after of this dress. But it’s only gonna be the after. It’s too vintage to have had a “before”. I got it on a trip to Andorra I went with my parents and brother to in the year 2000. The year 2000! Robbie Williams’ “Millennium”, Will Smith’s “Will 2K”, Sisqo’s “Thong song”, JLo’s “Waiting for tonight”. I’d felt like something huge was about to happen. I’d been waiting, waiting for it. JLo and myself. The year 2000! Nothing much happened. Nothing, as a matter of fact. I got out of the house and the sun was where I left it, no neighbour was kidnapped by aliens, McDonald’s was still very much appealing to me.

Oh, but this dress! This is what reminds me of the ’00s most. Oh, the 00’s! And that road trip. Oh, that road trip through Southern Europe flashbacks my mind every now and then. And the dress is right here on me! It feels like diamonds. Right! Straight face emoji.

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Now imagine me ruining it. With wine. Later in the ’00s, chillax. The thought of letting it go crossed my mind and actually I did let it go, but just deep into my closet. Yay! Because, yes, hey! I am wearing it today and couldn’t feel any cooler. Both metaphorically and literally.

It used to be longer and have a wide hemline, but thank God for that wine and for the scissors for I have, years later, the dress I’m gonna keep forever and ever.

Biiig pimpin’! Another goldie. Back in the time when Jay-Z was pimpin’.

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So, take out all your goodies, mix them with your newbies and tell Ali G to “put your music back on!”. And he’ll tell you: “Is you… Is you Madonna?

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Powerful

July 08, 2015

 

Writing, deleting, writing again, deleting again and this is what actually stays. This, this. You go forward a step, then you go backwards one. Not you. Myself. Maybe yourself, too. You like it, then you don’t, then you like it again. Back and forth is only good in one use.

And one use only.

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Still trying to find my words for this. The point is that it all started from the video below.

And it hypnotised me. You have to watch it again and listen and look closely. The lines, the colours, the animations, the geometry, the one who did this. Oh! Careful not to lose your eyes into your desktop. Then what will you have left to stare with at the one you are thinking of when listening to the above?

Or when talking to the one on the kitchen counter while banging your feet against the counter, playing with your hands, messing up your hair, singing along, carelessly whispering (neah, that’s just from George Michael’s song), forgetting of tomorrow. And well, just lose it for a bit. For the sake of the 3 a.m. You gotta have the eyes for all of these. For the images beneath your eyelids are going to hunt you for a while. So many “fors”. Oh, well, when it’s for love who cares?

For, for, for.

So, love. Not everything makes sense, but it feels good and all you feel is electricity. You can’t put a finger on it (’cause it will burn you), you can’t really describe it (’cause you just can’t), you can’t live without it (’cause you just can’t or don’t want to).

This was only supposed to be about the video. So there you go. Do like the ninja man in the video. “Oh yeaah” while pulling up your arms when showing off your muscles to the chick you have a crush on. Don’t. Just kidding. Or do. Whatever.

Just do it in the kitchen…

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Your Eyes

May 01, 2015
Now what do you believe in? Like believe, believe in? Surfboard. Is it only me who’s still having fun about that? It feels so right, though. You see? Right… Now what is right? Right is what is right to you. You know, you? You? And then what? Well, and then you just go with the flow.

Flow, role, soul…

But you must! Awpf. If we could only do everything we want to. But why can’t we? Who says what we can and what we cannot do? Somehow, someone does. There is stuff you cannot explain. Not even to yourself. But you are working on that. Oh, newsflash, you are! There are things you saw (and felt) 4 years ago, 20 years ago, yesterday and they won’t go off your retina. This word. We’re getting there. “The things” will keep on popping out whenever and they will make you wonder (or not) why.

Why? Why this? Why that? Why now?

I know I think too much. I feel even more. And it’s the funniest! And you know it’s always about the fun. And why not “funniest” instead of “fun”? Oh yeah! F*ck yeah! It all should be “est”. Best is the best! F*uck good!

And it all gets down to what you feel, in the end. Just you. Nobody else knows. You know. And it feels right. Not right. Awesome! You meet someone. “This is it.” Yes, it is it. And their eyes. And their smile. But that’s another story. And it’s something. You don’t know what. You can’t put a finger on it (metaphorically speaking). But you would just stare. Well, stare and get to the est.

Why all these? Because it’s life. Because it’s fun. And because of the latest movie I watched.

Watch it. Watch… You see? With your eyes. Your eyes…

About eyes…

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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.

FOUNDER AND EDITOR

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Hm, doable.

January 07, 2015
Fans of the crop top, take note: Today’s workout with model Karlie Kloss uses a combination of stomach-toning planks, twists, and stability exercises designed by trainer and model fit guru Justin Gelband to zero in on the upper and lower abs and obliques. Getting in touch with your core values has never looked better.

Or sounded. Suggestion from oz: while doing all of the below, listen to this, don’t watch the video and think of your crush. Ha!

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This “four point” position begins on your hands and knees and uses a water bottle as a weighted prop. Keeping your back straight, extend your left leg behind you and then pick up the water bottle with your left arm and hold it forward at the same time. Slowly pull the leg and arm in toward your core simultaneously in a crunch that targets the obliques before returning to the extended position. Start with 5 reps and build to 15 for all exercises in this series, before switching to the opposite side.

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2.2.

Assume a plank position with your butt slightly raised to protect the back and knees. Move your knee toward the stomach in a straight line, initiating the movement from the lower abdomen and thigh before returning to original position. Make sure that your knee doesn’t go past the waist.

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3.2.

This exercise is similar to the one above, except you will change the angle of your torso slightly as you move, pulling your thigh toward your mid-belly section to create a slight twist that works the sides of the abdomen and obliques. Work slowly and maintain resistance to be effective.

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4.2.

Begin from the same plank pose above. Then perform a controlled series of side-to-side rotations by pulling one arm up into a tight, bent reverse L-shape position. Place the arm down between twists with limited force—just enough to activate the chest—and keep the movements small. Then switch sides to continue working the upper abdomen.

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Images via vogue.com.

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Happy feet forever

December 29, 2014

It started with this: oz mesmerising sandals

I was doing the research for one of the most fun styles I know (on the internet, of course) and bumped into the below. And it mesmerised me. My eyes suddenly shaped into hearts.

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And then I start searching. For shoeeees. For sandaaaals. For some loooovin’ for my toes. When at a party, when at New Year’s, when at home getting it oooon. Happy mood. Happy feet.

Is it just me or when you have something you adore hugging your toes, ankles or heels you just feel like…  Aaaaaa! Coming from within your stomach while grinning as this smiley does: “:D”? Aaaaaa! You know what I mean? 😀 I certainly do. As do all who met me in summer wearing this.

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“Look, look!”, while dancing with my feet in your eyes. Almost literally. And then the perfect light came in and it was magic :D.  I bought these little bundles of joy from the kids department while shopping for my niece. And I’m a 38. Well, they will be yours someday, Natasha! I’ll have my part of fun until then. Oh yeah!

Back t0 now, now. It’s winter and I found these on internet. A girl can dream and keep her inner kid inside. For once in a while. Or for always.

The joy! Enjoy!

Gianvito Rossi
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Burberry
Burberry
Zara
Zara
J. Crew
J. Crew
Giuseppe Zanotti
Giuseppe Zanotti
Isabel Marant
Isabel Marant
Isabel Marant
Isabel Marant
Paul Andrew
Paul Andrew
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Asos
Givenchy
Givenchy
Topshop
Topshop
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Asos
Topshop
Topshop
Topshop
Topshop
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Zara
Topshop
Topshop
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Giuseppe Zanotti
Giambattista Valli
Giambattista Valli
Sergio Rossi
Sergio Rossi
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Giuseppe Zanotti
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Asos
Diane von Furstenberg
Diane von Furstenberg
Pierre Hardy
Pierre Hardy
Gucci
Gucci
Gianvito Rossi
Gianvito Rossi
Giuseppe Zanotti
Giuseppe Zanotti
Fendi
Fendi
Asos
Asos
Gucci
Gucci

Pictures via net-a-porter.com, zara.com, mytheresa.com, stylebop.com, asos.com, topshop.com, pinterest.

Written by Cristina Pavelescu

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In case you are a sucker for love. Say you’re not and you’re a liar.

December 15, 2014

Tom Ford and Richard Buckley Forever

By out.com editors

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Tom Ford was a shy 25-year-old when he met magazine editor Richard Buckley. It took him the length of an elevator ride to decide he wanted to marry him.

This story was originally published in the Feb. 2011 LOVE ISSUE of Out

Tom Ford, Designer:
You can look at someone and feel like you’ve known him forever. The first night I ever had drinks with Richard I felt I knew everything about him. He has the wildest eyes — like an Alaskan husky. They’re not blue, they’re not gray, they’re a color you’ve never seen before — they approach silver. They give away absolutely nothing, yet they are completely mesmerizing. We first encountered each other at a fashion show in New York in 1986. He was 38 at the time and the fashion editor of Women’s Wear Daily. He was confident and handsome in a way that made him almost unapproachable. His stare was so intense that it completely unnerved me, and when the show was over I literally bolted out the door and down the street to avoid him. Ten days later, my employer, Cathy Hardwick, sent me to the office of Women’s Wear Daily to retrieve some clothes. I was directed to the roof where they were being photographed, and as the elevator opened, there was the man with the eyes the color of water. He rushed over and introduced himself as Richard Buckley and told me that the clothes were actually downstairs and offered to take me down to what was then called ‘the fashion closet.’ He was adorable, and he was a complete fool. He was sort of dancing around, flashing his eyes at me, and trying so hard to be charming. I decided in that elevator ride that I was going to marry him. I’m very pragmatic, and I was, like, OK, there’s some kind of connection here. He ticked every box, and — boom — by the time we got to the floor, I was like, OK, sold. He seemed so together. He was so handsome, he was so connected, he was so grown-up, so he was very intimidating. And he really chased me — not that he had to chase that hard. It excited me but it also scared me, because I knew he was different and that whatever it was I felt with him was very different from what I’d felt before.

We did our Christmas shopping together one Saturday, and we spent almost every night together after our first few dates. It was probably a few days before we were saying things like, ‘I think I’m in love with you.’ Now, we say it to each other every night before we go to sleep, and we say it at the end of every telephone conversation, and we write it at the end of every e-mail. Every time you think, I love you, I really believe you have to say it. If you think about holding their hand or kissing them, you do it. I do it all the time.

We both went home for Christmas, and when we came back, he gave me the key to his apartment and asked if I’d move in, and I did. We’d known each other barely a month. He’d lived with someone for three or four years, but it wasn’t really a serious relationship, and he was very consciously looking for that. He had come to that stage of his life at age 38, and I was at that stage at age 25, but we were both ready to settle down and fall in love and have a life with someone. I had slept with a lot of people and done my fair share of drinking and dancing and drugs. I’d had sex for the first time when I was 14. I had a girlfriend in high school who was pregnant twice while we were together. In those days, in the ’70s, abortion was considered a form of birth control, and I think in most high schools at the time, it was quite casual. I certainly wouldn’t do that if I were with someone today, even as a teenager, so I think it was a part of that era, and the casualness with which sex was treated on television. When you watch an old ’70s television show, everyone is just hopping into bed with everyone in a completely casual way. I think AIDS definitely changed it.

One of the very first people to be diagnosed with what was then called gay cancer, in 1981, was a friend of mine. It completely flipped me out, and from then on, I was extremely safe. It probably saved my life, but it damaged the way I think about sex forever. You just associated sex with death’or at least I did. Richard and I had three dates before we had sex, because my best friend was in the hospital, dying from AIDS, and Richard’s best friend was in the hospital, dying of AIDS. So we would have a date, and then he would go to the hospital, and I would go to the hospital; consequently, that was very much on our minds. There was still enormous fear, and that affected our early sexual relationship tremendously, as well as just watching very close friends die at the same time we were falling in love. If we made a list, I would say that half of our friends from the early ’80s are no longer with us. It continued into the early ’90s — it just didn’t stop.

Three years after we started living together, Richard was diagnosed with cancer and at the time was told that it was most likely going to be fatal. We’ve had a fair amount of personal family tragedy, and things happen that do, ultimately, bring you closer, because they’re things you go through together and they make your history richer.

Getting older together has been interesting because we’ve both changed. I was very quiet at the beginning of our relationship — I’m actually a very, extremely, almost pathologically shy person, which no one believes today, because I have also mastered a work/public facade that takes an enormous amount of energy to project. And Richard, when we first got together, was very, very social and very talkative. Richard is an extrovert, and I’m an introvert, but meeting us today you would think the opposite. Richard, now, often, can be quite quiet, especially if he knows you well. But if you get Richard at a party, he’s extremely animated. I actually hate parties, and I try not to go. I prefer dinner one-on-one or with four or six people.

One of the things that always amuses me — amuses isn’t even the right word, because it doesn’t amuse me — but often, I’m at dinner parties with very close friends, straight, and they realize that Richard and I have been together 24 years, and the response is often, ‘Wow, you guys have been together 24 years! That’s so amazing. I don’t think of gay men being together that long.’ And I’m, like, ‘Why? What are you talking about?’ Some of the longest relationships I know of are same-sex couples. A lot of my straight friends have married and divorced and married and divorced in the time Richard and I have been together. I think that preconception, from even very educated liberal friends, that being gay is possibly more sex-based than emotionally based, is surprising and shocking in today’s world. I’m someone who likes being part of a couple and always wanted that and always sought that, and it would probably be true for me whether I was gay or straight. Richard and I are bound together, and I think that’s what that recognition is when you look someone in the eyes and you feel like you’ve known them forever. It is a kind of coming home.

Richard Buckley, Writer:
After three and a half years in Paris, I moved back to New York to be the editor of a new Fairchild magazine called Scene. On my fourth day back in town, I attended the show of a young designer called David Cameron. As I was waiting for the show to begin (it was held in a loft), I noticed a guy standing in the crowd off to the side and thought, Cute. Definitely cute. When the show was over, I sat in my seat, fiddling with my pens and my notebook, until I saw his camel coat out of the corner of my eye. I hopped up and started to walk out with him. Like I said, we were in a loft, and the quickest way out was by the stairs. As we walked, I would look over at him from time to time and smile. He’d give me a weak smile back. This went on until we hit the street, when I swear he sprinted away from me.

Fast-forward 10 days, and I am up on the roof of the Fairchild building on 12th Street doing a hideous shoot for WWD when Owen, the art director, asked if I had a boyfriend.

‘No.’

‘Are you seeing anyone?’

‘No. I haven’t even been out since I’ve been back.’

‘Why is that?’

‘I’ve been away for three and a half years, I have two jobs, and I’ve got to get back into the work rhythm of New York. I don’t want any distractions.’

‘Hasn’t there been someone you’ve thought of asking out?’

At that point, I told him about this guy I’d seen at David Cameron’s fashion show and how he’d disappeared. Literally two minutes later, Harry, from the photo lab, came up on the roof and said, ‘There’s some guy here from Cathy Hardwick to pick up clothes.’ It was then that the guy from the fashion show stepped onto the roof.

I turned to Owen and said, ‘That’s him.’

‘Who?’

‘That’s him.’

‘Him who?’

Him!

‘You mean — ‘

‘Yes.’

I went over and told the young man I could give him all the clothes except for the dress we were going to photograph, most likely, for a cover. I took him down in the elevator to the WWD floor. The whole time down in the elevator I was babbling on like a schoolgirl. It is at this point, when telling this story, that I like to put my hands up to my head and wiggle my fingers like eyelashes. I was shamelessly flirting with this boy. He, meanwhile, said nothing, and the quieter he was, the sillier I became. As I was bagging the clothes up in the fashion closet, I told him, ‘Tomorrow night, Cathy is giving me a ‘welcome back to New York’ dinner at her apartment.’ I was hoping he’d mention it to her, and Cathy, who is no dummy in the gay department, would invite him to the dinner.

The next night, the dinner was wonderful, but the young man wasn’t there. After dinner I took Cathy aside and asked, ‘Who is your assistant?’

‘Tova.’

‘No, not Tova, a really cute guy.’

‘Tender.’

‘Tender?’

‘His real name is Tom, but I call him Tender.’ At the time, Cathy was married to a man called Tom Snowden. She said she had to distinguish between her two Tom turkeys, so one was Tough (her husband) and the other (Ford) was Tender.

Like I said, there was never any moss growing on Cathy, and she immediately said, ‘He’s perfect for you. Come for lunch on Monday. I’ll arrange the whole thing.’
Apparently, when she came in the next morning, Cathy yelled, ‘Tender, get in here!’ She told him, ‘Richard Buckley, the fashion editor of Women’s Wear Daily and editor of Scene, wants to go out with you. He’s very important. We need him. You take my credit card and go anywhere he wants to go.’

On Monday, it was pouring rain, and I arrived at the Cathy Hardwick offices thinking we would be going out to a restaurant. No. We had tomato soup and bologna sandwiches in her office. Halfway through lunch, Tom got up and said he needed to get back to work. At this point I’m thinking, I’m 38 and he’s 25. He’s not into geezers. Three strikes, you’re out.

I had been back in my office about 10 minutes when the phone rang.

‘Hello.’

‘This is Tom Ford from Cathy Hardwick. I was calling to see if I could ask you out for a drink or dinner some evening.’

I was totally thrown off guard, because I was starting to think he was a stuck-up little prick, so I said, ‘Well, tonight and tomorrow night I have business dinners. Wednesday evening I leave for the country and Thanksgiving weekend. What about a week from Wednesday?’ He said that was fine. Then we stayed on the phone for a few minutes and he actually started talking to me, and I thought, He’s not stuck-up at all. Finally I said, ‘Look, the dinner tomorrow night is tentative. If it is canceled, can I call you at the last minute?’ He said, ‘Sure.’

Well, that was an adrenaline-charged 24 hours for me, because I had no business dinners, no Thanksgiving in the country. Nothing. Nada. At 4:23 Tuesday afternoon I called him, said dinner had fallen through, and asked if he was still free.

For our first date, we went to this really sleazy cheapo restaurant on the Upper East Side called Albuquerque Eats — I don’t think it exists anymore. Tom sat there chit-chatting: ‘And in 10 years I’m going to be showing my own collection in Paris, and I’m going to be a millionaire, and I’m going to do this, and I’m going to do that.’ And I kept thinking, This guy is really na’ve. But as we talked about other things, it was almost like seeing down a rabbit hole. I felt like I was looking at his eyes, and it was just spinning around and taking me down inside him. I could see he was a good man with a big heart. It wasn’t a physical thing as much as it was a psychic wave.

I’d been through a lot of relationships and was very suspicious of a lot of things, but with Tom I was careful not to repeat the mistakes I’d made with other guys. I’d been burned many times and had learned to keep people at arms’ length. And on New Year’s Eve 1986, we didn’t go out. We stayed at my little apartment on Saint Mark’s Place. I gave him a little Tiffany box, and inside was a key to my apartment. He moved in the next day.

Tom’s the perfect modern gentleman. We’re both old-fashioned that way. We both stand for ladies at the table and open doors for people. If you have good manners, people notice. And they appreciate it. You’re showing respect for them. When I got throat cancer in ’89, there were people who Tom cut out of our lives because of the way they responded. My best friend and one of my mentors had died — one in ’87 or ’88 and one later that year — both from AIDS, and there were a lot of people who just assumed that I had AIDS, and there were some people who wouldn’t come visit me because they were sure they would catch it. And Tom just cut them out — wouldn’t even speak to them if he ran into them on the street.

I couldn’t imagine being without Tom now. I couldn’t imagine what I’d be like if something happened to him. There’s only one Tom for me. He is still that man who I met 24 years ago, who has a good heart.

http://www.out.com/fashion/2011/01/09/tom-ford-and-richard-buckley-forever

 

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Mask up!

December 07, 2014

This is not your usual cup of tea selfie in the bathroom mirror! It’s the complicated one, when you struggle to unlock the phone and press the button with coffee all over you the place. Coffee? Yes.

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It is rainy and cold outside, so what better to do than cozy up at home and just indulge yourself? Once in a while, at least. So do something you love to do, something you don’t usually have time to. Have your favourite snack and coffee near you. Coffee, you say… Throw a party for your face and body. A homemade mask, I mean. Hey, it’s super easy and literally anyone can do it.

Ingredients:

coffee grounds (no sugar)

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coconut oil. Yes, coconut oil mmm.

Whilst this, bundle up your hair in one homemade mask, too. Oh yea, hell yea!

Ingredients:

honey

coconut oil

argan oil

1 egg yolk

And now you’re ready to go. Somewhere only you know. Haha. The bathroom, that is. Unless you want to vacuum your entire home for coffee grounds which isn’t really the plan from above. You need to stay like this for as long as you can, 10 mins at least. If we’re talking about 30 mins (like I did), well then you’ll have time to also dance and lip sync to the music you love.

And THEN you’re ready to go. And party. Whatever that means to you.

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Armin van Buuren. Or everything you know nothing about.

November 14, 2014
It is Saturday afternoon and my friend texts me about the tickets she has for this DJ gig. “When is it?“. “Today”. “Where is it?“. “Have no idea!”. “Ok!“.

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And that was it. But then the night came, the fog settled over the city, it turned cold and everything you’d want to do on a Saturday like this is stay in your pyjamas and read, watch a movie or whatever, not hustle to anywhere. But hey!

You can do that on just about almost every Saturday. Not us, though. We are up for just about anything, anytime. It is how our fun happens. So she comes to my place and we make fun of each other, putting our hands in the air, like true ravers do. Little do we know now… 

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After the most weird drive with the most funny taxi driver ever we arrive at our destination, the concert hall. The huge heart pulsing in the back of the DJ gets us staring. Both at the stage and at each other. As the beat starts slowly (but surely) messing with our brains. Two bottles of water later we go from the bar in the back to a nearer to the stage spot. Still far in the back. Not for long, tho’.

Armin van Buuren, the DJ, seemed to have a lot of fun right there, at his desk. At his huge desk! With his huge visuals on screens in the back that make me go places I wouldn’t think of going tonight, imagine stuff I wouldn’t think of imagining tonight. “The fun this man has!“. It is mesmerising. Right to the point where he gets on stage an dances. By himself. Joining the joy he is giving to the crowd.

It looks like he is by himself in his living room, dancing cool to his own music. A look at each other – my friend and I – and a nod towards the stage make us want to get where the true magic happens. In front! The drive before (the weird taxi driver) was nothing compared to the ride we are taking right now. The music is getting me from a state to another in no time. My mind is running places. My heart is spinning. With joy. And this becomes much more than a passing through the crowd. It’s me that leads the way and just when I think I’m done, she comes in and takes charge. When she’s done, I’m here. This is how we got right in front of the stage. In front of 8.000 people. A ride to remember!

Not only is the kick-off show of the” Armin Only Intense” world tour a massive gathering of fans from all across the globe, but it is also a visual spectacle, a show that blows the minds of thousands. Here. In this big live arena, not on Youtube. It is nothing like what you can see on the internet compared to the whole live experience. Nothing! He didn’t win the title for the greatest DJ in the world 5 times in a row for nothing after all.

This is the largest project ever created by a DJ, with a team of over 20 artists, including a theatre director, musicians, vocalists, acrobats and dancers. Of course, it wouldn’t be all of the above without Armin’s mixing and the psychedelic visuals. And I’m not even a trance music fan.

Well tonight I am! Big psychedelic-whatever-fan, though.

It isn’t all just about his music, it is also about mixing various tunes, too. Coldplay and Kings of Leon come first to mind. And you start to mellow and sing along. Hands are always in the air, anyway. “Use somebody” starts. “Aw!“. Armin was embracing himself. “Aw!“. So it is staged, so what? Do it! If everyone would put a bit of heart in it and would do it like that and would give this much joy to thousands of people… Then it stops being just an act.

The point is: open your heart for the unimaginable! Don’t judge. Don’t be mean. Just feel free, enjoy it to the fullest and open your eyes, heart and mind. And don’t get me wrong. It’s not the music I would listen to while driving (I’ll have to try it tho’!). It’s not about that. It’s about the experience. It was high! Almost literally, since there was one more step for us to take to get on the stage and dance along with him. Ha!

AvB

oz AvB
ALL THE PICTURES ARE MADE BY ME! And by this I mean “Look at how close we got to the stage!”

LOVE!
LOVE!
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I’ve Been Workin’, I’ve Been Workin’

October 16, 2014
So it is Wednesday and I’ve been working, I’ve been working. Will I ever get rid of this? I’m swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body Benz, swerving all this, swerve, surfing all of this good good… And it’s been fun. The work, not the drunkiness. In love, of course. Oh, that, too!

And then there was the break. Which was even funnier.

You know, girls on a break...

This is what came out of it. Don’t you love doing something you love? Even for an hour? Or 9. Oh, but think of it for a lifetime…

Who's there?


oz break

 

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oz sun

Oh hey, hey!

I guess it is true what they say. Do what you love and you’ll never work for a day in your life! 😉

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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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