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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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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.

#gratitude

PS: the face helps, though. A lot. And that will be another story.
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Vanilla Culottes On A Sunny Winter Day

January 26, 2018

 

A sunny day on a winter day is not something I wish for, because all I wish for in winter is snow, yet a sunny day on a winter day is a good excuse to wear something that’s not for a what-we-all-call “winter day”. Presumably. The wool culottes are my something for today, at least.

I wonder what’s yours.

When I wake up on a winter day and I am not in the Caribbean or something, I get sometimes confused when seeing the sun in my bed. No offence, sun, you know better than anyone else I am much more of a heat kinda lover than cold kinda lover, yet the snow has some sort of magic one can only feel in winter. And I love magic. Snow. And it’s just for a couple of days a year as against to spring, summer and autumn which are around the whole year round somehow.

Anyway, the sky is blue, the grass is green and everything in between.

Yes, I know, winter feels like three seasons in one sometimes. It’s cold af even without snow and even with a whole lotta sun.

The sky is blue.

Vanilla. The city is vanilla.

As soon as the sun and I hugged in bed in the morning, I knew I wanted to wear the culottes. They screamed out of the closet they wanted out. I am not kidding.

I usually wear them with a simple turtleneck, but then the turtleneck was asleep and the zipped merino cardigan was blinking and holding tight to the jacket. The Nikes were already waiting by the door and that was that!

I wasn’t planning on making a piece out of this, but something throughout the day and the light in the afternoon convinced me to. There was also the friend I exchanged some fun jokes with and that was that again, we were out taking pictures.

Now that was that!

I only stood still for his Optimef watch pictures.

For mine, I just enjoyed the empty holiday-bank streets and used the Instant filter because this was instant af. The streets were so empty, it was like it was our own playground. The couple of minutes we took the shots felt like playing. Like what playing feels like as we grow up. It’s kinda the same as when we were kids, only more fun. We get to feel more. Or maybe we feel just as much, only now we like to make connections.

However, let’s all praise the universe for keep doing some kind of magic that makes us feel just like back in the days. Only now it’s called work.

Not snow. You with me?

I didn’t get to tell him this that day – we were too busy making fun – I only looked at the whole thing, smiled and thought to myself: wow, we get to do whatever it is we want to in a city that felt like ours for a couple of minutes. No one else, but us in it.

But I am saying it now. Wow.

Hey, you!

The sun was our witness on that winter afternoon. The movie we saw after, also. Apparently, they’re friends. The sun and the cinema.

The jogging I did back to the car from the cinema, uh! I knew why I wanted to wear sneakers on the day. I also knew why I were the culottes. Sneakers and culottes seem to be friends as well.

Yoo-hoo, to friendship!
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For The Days You Choose To Be Happy

December 13, 2017

 

It was about time to leave summer behind and look forward to winter – the verb, if there existed one. Only it is still warm outside and I don’t know whether we should be happy or not about that, since this might be a matter of global warming.

Leo DiCaprio has been warning us. My parents have been teaching me since forever to not take this planet for granted and to diminish any trace of carelessness when regarding it: water – Cristinaaa! when forgetting to turn it off post washing the dishes (yes!), food – they wouldn’t take me to McDonald’s and I would always sing McDonald’s song from the commercial hoping they would stop and feed me, electricity – when reading, yet still having the TV on and so on and I am not even mentioning throwing things in the streets or whatever, nature – planting trees and observing them grow.

The little things.

Other than that, I was allowed to go on parties, to stay up late and watch the Oscars or the MTV Video Music Awards, to draw on windows for holidays, to appreciate my brother when he would loudly listen to music, to climb each and every one of them (mom, dad, brother) if I felt like. They trusted me, they knew what they were raising, I come now to realise.

Oh, and try not to throw your gum in the streets, I’m telling you karma will get you and gum will stick to your feet one day. It got me (sorry, mom!). Not even out the window of the car, trust me! Moreover, a bird might try to chew it and they don’t know they’re not allowed to.

The little things which are not, in fact, little.

So life is beautiful, as Benigni would say – and mustn’t be taken for granted either and there will always be good days and bad days – if we truly take care and dream about it to be beautiful and true. Otherwise, you can throw the damn gum and you can only look down and stay in misery, but why da fuck would you? Unless choosing to be lame and complain and be too damn lazy to fight. Or just to be stupid.

You could, though, and should, most definitely, have a McDonald’s once in a while to stay sane.

For health there’s love, intuition, meditation, exercise, reading, watching movies, dreaming.

Even in meetings.

Or, you know, wearing some of the clothes you like on a day that just might turn into a good day thanks precisely to them. And this is why clothes are never just clothes. They help you cover parts only loved ones should see.

I held you in my arms when you were little and wanted to pee, my brother always says.

Gee…

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The Waves and Days that Take Us Places

September 18, 2017

 

Most people see the world only in the physical, but it requires supernatural faith and real presence for wonderful experiences to happen.
The days that make us aware are like waves or roller coasters. Like fireworks or kisses. We are the lucky ones to feel the joy Someone must have had while creating the beauty our eyes can’t get enough of now. Wow.

Every day is the day.

Aldous Huxley’s The Island happens to be in my hands at the time of this mental note being taken. Whereas the book is about this ideal, secret place on earth called Pala, it could also be about the place each of us has on earth and the life each of us creates in it.

Or about the head each of us has on our shoulders.

Just as ideal. This does not mean perfect. It means the best we can do in everything. It means our better versions of ourselves. You might want to roll your eyes, but your eyes don’t want to. Because they know. They can see the beauty of it all and they don’t want you to just think there could be it, they want you to live it. It only depends on you for you to see things as they are. Beautiful.

To continuously take pictures with your eyes. They furthermore take you to memories, laughter, heart.

When I was a child and went on summer holidays with my family, my dad, brother and I would go straight into the big, splashing waves. My mom would stay on the beach and watch us before coming in herself. The laughter we used to have in the foamy waters was so genuine that I can still hear it in my mind. Aloud. Cheerful. Loving. Fun. I was the little one, so obviously the one thrown straight into the waves. I would come back and hold on tight to them on and on again. Just like a monkey would. And then they would jump with me attached to them over the waves or underneath them. Sometimes when I fell off, I could barely touch the sand, but it felt so safe.

Maybe that’s why my today’s love for waves. Days.

Surfboard.

And fun.

Love.

At other times they would be talking and I would watch, listen and hold their hands and they would lift me up onto the wave, talking forwards. I would still have so much fun on my own or with the waves and them just being there with me.

As we grow up, we start to live on our own as grown-ups (or something) and transform the life of today in memories. Today’s waves. Our lives and the people around us. Today is a memory already. The second that passed is one already. Today could be a mental note we could remember of many years from now one late summer. You could be a beautiful part of someone’s note. Story. Life.

We live our lives as it’s forever sometimes.

Other times, we look back and, without even realising, smile when remembering. Being constantly aware of everything is not always the way though. Just on the contrary. Occasionally, loosing it for a bit makes us live more than when thinking about it. We loose it and then it hits us. An idea, a moment in time, love. Naturally. Just feeling and not at all thinking.

But then you think at night, with your eyes closed, your head on the pillow.

And you smile.

We live most of our lives inside of our heads so let’s make sure it’s a nice place to be.

So I was reading, laying and all on the beach – absorbing – when an elderly gentleman just walked by. He seemed to be rushing and just for a fraction of a second I thought someone rushing like that on a – it seems like stranded in the whole universe – beach? 

Back into the book.

A couple of seconds later, though, somewhere not so far away, the gentleman rushed into the waves. Naked. I couldn’t help but smile and enjoy his joy from a distance. It was just him, the sea, the waves, the sky.

The little things…

A few minutes later, the gentleman walked back. Rushing again. Smiling. Happy.

We have been given the stars, the sun, the moon and the fun all at once, man.

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"To Enthuse" Has a Whole Lot of Beautiful Synonyms

March 16, 2017

Every fashion enthusiast knows just how enthusiastic a fashion enthusiast can get at the sight of the most simple, yet close to perfection piece of clothing. Takes it to the changing room or finally gets it delivered at home post shopping online and puts it on.

“Perfection” in the “close to perfection” is the moment when the piece falls naturally on the fashion enthusiast’s body and completes the circle of enthusiasm.

to enthuse
verb
express eager enjoyment, interest, or approval regarding something.
synonyms: rave, be enthusiastic, gush, wax lyrical, bubble over, effervesce, be effusive, rhapsodise, go into raptures; praise to the skies, heap praise on, make much of, throw bouquets at, eulogise, extol, acclaim; informal go wild/mad/crazy, get all worked up, go over the top.

Stars shine bright like diamonds in the sky in full sunny day, violins sing in the most beautiful projected-in-our-minds garden, drums aligned along the mirror announce the victory, a silver tray carrying champagne for the enthusiast and the piece of clothing magically makes its way on Aladdin’s carpet.

Chin-chin!

It might be an item you found at a flea market, it might be by a designer, it doesn’t matter. The fabric is already hugging the body and the eyes just can’t abstain and not look at the body. 

It’s the most simple things. Always. The most simple pair of jeans you have been looking for since forever. The most common t-shirt, yet so oh-so soft, in the hue of black or red you’ve been craving for for moths. The shoes that seemed to have been waiting for you only the moment your energies locked.

It’s these kind of things that turn yourself into a fashion enthusiast. When clothes are so much more than clothes. When it is not just about the eagerness of getting new items and putting on a show, but it is more about the show you throw for yourself and you suddenly feel like dancing.

Inside out.

That’s when you know it’s real. The chemistry. The dance floor. The passion for fashion.

The enthuuuse.

And an enthusiast knows there’s always room for va-va-voom, but it is sometimes just about the “va”, or the “va”, or the “voom”. Alone. Simple. Perfect.

You deeply breathe in and then breathe out and when the breath comes out in the form of a sparkling fountain, the image above is what you – the fashion enthusiast – create.

Some kind of chemical formula.

Like H2O.

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#pfw These Boots Weren’t Made Just For Walking Oh No. No, No, No, No, No, No, No!

March 01, 2017

It is Anthony Vacarello‘s second collection with Saint Laurent during Paris Fashion Week and it is the second time around that all the girls freak out over a specific item straight from the runway, creating a fuss very well previously planned by the marketing department.

This is a thing brands started to do lately, have you noticed? Working on a single piece that will blow up the internet and not necessarily from the sales’ point of view, but rather of the name, oh! The name is on the lips of every fashionista.

The pieces? More on the lips than on the body.

The heart from s/s ’17 was somewhere around 10k, the boots from f/w ’17 have to be somewhere in the near vicinity. Of euros that is. But after the previous “somewheres”, here come the “anywheres”. Because you could go almost anywhere wearing them.

People around you will be so amazed by them, that you will be able to – in fact! – wear the boots with your pajamas and no one will tell anything anyway. Because here comes the anything and the anyway. You must literally don’t give a fuck while wearing these boots. The model wearing them doesn’t fo sho’. Give a fuck.

She seems not to care too much about wearing them, either. Which is pretty sad – considering- but maybe she’s not that fond of the styling and that’s why the face. I would – probably, the slightest probability of the “probably” itself – be the same if I were to wear this motha’ fuckin’ boots and then the most boring skinny, shiny (and leathery?) jeans along with a silver, shimmering sweater to match my… My, my! Disco boots?! Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no.

But maybe she just doesn’t give a fuck. She has the boots (even if just for 10 minutes, not 10k) and the rest is… Whatever! Because here comes a “whatever”, too.

And an anyhow. Anyhow, these boots are made for dancing. You can not wear them boots and not dance.

My mind is dancing as we speak now. See? This is the effect this kind of clothes and shoes have on oneself. It makes one’s eyes roll and take the shape of the heart. Precisely the shape of the former Saint Laurent “it” piece.

Eat the heart and dance.

Wear the the heart, be the heart!

Whatever!

Just dance!

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Think Pink

February 26, 2017

I just thought to myself at a 7 a.m. after seeing the picture above attached to the news on vogue.com and now on ozinparis.com. According to it, the First Lady of Argentina (Juliana Awada) and the Queen of Spain (Letizia Ortiz Rocasolano) show how stylish diplomacy is done. (more…)

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#nyfw #streetstyle Definitely #yay

February 20, 2017

New York. I am so curious what comes to people’s minds the moment they hear the name. What do you think of? Now. Now, now.

What do I think of? I’m imagining you asking me and we have this dialogue in our super rich imagination. I’ll do both parts, I’ll draw the dashes like there’s no tomorrow. With you. Though I’m sure your mind is running wild inside that head of yours, too, you just have to see it and release it or, you know, enjoy the pain/pleasure.  

Very interesting. Talking to yourself. Well, actually, having dialogues with yourself. I do it here and I do it publicly, you are super safe on your couch.

New York? You’re asking me.

I am now at this shooting in New York – cough – in a studio that has been arranged as to feel “there”. From the brainstorming, we all concluded that NY is, above all, about the city itself. About what you can see outside the window. Eyes take shapes of the buildings, of the flatiron (building, hello!) and THE streets. Of the street where you can see that beautiful sunset. Ooh!

This is me talking as a future tourist of a place I am super anxious to see and heard every possible clichée about. And then sharing them.

Of the streets?

This is where I intended to get. There are things someone says sometimes, even 8 years ago, and they forever stuck in your memory. Unlike other stuff you heard 5 minutes ago and bye! It’s like you haven’t ever heard of it. A freshly returned from NY (8 years ago fresh) friend told me then: “Jees, the women on the streets of NY, Jees!“.

And this didn’t sound like a clichée to me then. Brasil, Russia would have, but not NY. At least not to my ears. When I heard her, I pictured the image below and 8 years later it became reality:

Both the ones on the right and on the left.

In my imagination, the hair was blonde. The attitude and style, however, were exactly as in the story later told above by @ohwawa_: “Fashion week time. Remember everything isn’t just about the runway, sometimes your runway is just walking the streets of New York. See you soon New Yawkkk!

Because yes, it is about New York Fashion Week and starting last season’s, New York street style has become very personal. Inside and outside shows’ attendees are no longer worn by their clothes. Quite the contrary. Moreover, they are actually represented by their style which is what style does best and so, therefore – ladies and gents! – we finally have street style.

Hashtag.

Or style.

Hashtag.

You’re driving me nuts with all these hashtags. 

Pain/pleasure, remember?

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Fridaze From The Heart #4

January 13, 2017

Today I’m saying let’s not wait for the evening to come to feel it’s Friday. It’s Friyaaaay (!!) and no matter what we do in day to day life or what our job is or how much we enjoy the rest of the week’s days, Friday is a day we all share joy at the same time. Even if not always jumping and dancing all day long or making aerial tricks at home, but always having at least the teeny tinniest party somewhere in our souls.

Come on!

This is how synergy is created on Fridays and synergy is the best! Synergy is the creation of a whole that is greater than the simple sum of its parts. The term “synergy” comes from the Attic Greek word “synergia” from “synergos”, meaning “working together”.

Synergy would happen if we would all watch at the same time the videos from the latest “The tonight show with Jimmy Fallon” with Michelle Obama as Jimmy’s guest.

I bet we all now smile at the sight of these two people who – yes! – know television, but soul, humour, candour, honesty are things that get through screens or pictures.

We smile when we see souls. Or a smile. A heartfelt laugh. Heart! Sneezing is contagious but we all know how a smile is. A genuine one. It connects hearts.

This is what the First Lady has been doing. Spreading smiles all over the world, making the world fall in love with her. Just as Obama did. How not to?

And her being in love with him. Ooh-la-la!

A high position, maybe the highest in the world, does not only mean power the way we’re most used to. It, moreover, means the power of example. Which we all know, we just choose not to grant too much importance to, for one reason or another. It might be the lack of trust. In oneself, in the first place. The most important of the trusts, in fact.

Once we fill our hearts with the good – we wish for us and our closest ones and then, little by little, the whole world – it is very possible that the world becomes eventually a better place. A world of seven billion hearts. Imagine the synergy!

Let’s, therefore, look at first into our own souls and be grateful.

Do everything we have to do as best as we can and never forget to have fun.

Because it’s Friday and because we only have one life!

My suggestion for you on this day (and weekend)? As much Jimmy as possible!

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The Grinning Sun

January 12, 2017

 

The other days, when it kept on snowing and the wind was blowing, the cold (cold, cold!) made me want to not ever get out of jeans, UGGs or snow boots, warmest sweater and snowboard jacket. Not that I had any intention of snowboarding on the sidewalks of the city and I have never tried to ski.

Even snow started to melt, but it’s still cold. Cold, cold. At the sight of the sun, however, I wished of wearing anything but the all-time-saviors blue jeans, hot boots and chunky sweaters.

I looked at the sky, we showed teeth to one another, bat our eyelashes and I got out in the “anything but” I would freeze, but at least would have fun in. And I always have fun when in skirt (particularly a jumpsuit skirt). A “jumpskirt” over the flared cropped trousers, underneath the glittery sweater.

Us, girls, and the glitter, ooh!

The sole of the boots saved the day for a bit, but the naked leather inside was making bffs with my skin. Was complaining, actually. The skin to the leather. About the cold, cold.

We all like to complain about the weather anyway. Us, people! “Too hot, too cold.” I’m not complaining or anything, but one can not ignore the cold weather.

I kept the snowboard jacket – I wear it too little a year – but I keep on getting it off. Just to have fun.

With the sun.

The sun with myself.

We smile, grin, laugh.

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Fridaze For Real #1

December 02, 2016

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.

Anyway.

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.

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