Aren’t girls doing their thing the sexiest?
It feels like a girl could be wearing a bathrobe in the streets if she wanted and still look super sexy while doing her thing. Wait, don’t judge (ever anyway), just imagine. Her face super pretty (make-up, no make-up, no make-up make-up), her hair fresh (done, not done), her skin glowing, her walk that feels like dancing… And all these from underneath a white bathrobe!
In contrast to a priorly-thought-into-every-not-so-human-but-then-what-detail human being yet that is not.
Not trying and doing her thing versus trying and not doing her thing.
At all times.
It’s always about the style and style is timeless! It’s about a style (THE style) prior to even getting to talk about clothes and we’re not even mentioning fashion at this point, obviously. THE style is when one is comfortable in one’s own skin.
Skin… The Skin I Live In is the translation for Pedro Almódovar’s La Piel Que Habito. And it is our skin we’re living in all of the time, hello. The skin, body’s largest organ. Bonito, huh?
I fell asleep the other night after watching a video of my 4 years old niece dancing. Her father (my brother) was filming her and her joy was mesmerising. Her, his. I had such a good sleep.
Also, this past week I had been seeing my girl friends on and on again. Different ones in almost every day of the week. The talks and moods created were blissful when also considering the fact that it is winter outside, we were all inside, covered in pullovers, scarves, boots (and sneakers, oh, well), sipping tea, coffees or wine wherever we met. It seemed so random. Now I see it wasn’t.
Most noteworthy, I even had an argument with my mom this past week who – cliché much? *insert hearts shaped eyes emoji here* *yes, I’ve just induced the vibe of it when felt love overloading the instant I just thought of inserting the emoji myself on the spot*) – is my best friend and it only led us to us loving and appreciating each other EVEN more, something I hadn’t even considered of being possible anyway. Mom, I can’t love half way. I either love 1000% or I don’t at all. She didn’t put it into words like I did at the time, but she raised me like this without ever mentioning it as it being a thing or something and it is!
Love hard or get the fuck out!
…is something I heard Chris Rock saying and it stuck with me.
Truth is sexy as fuck. Observe the wordplay. Words are sexy. Just as girls doing their thing are.
The girls in the picture. Man, they dream or what?
Those who dream by day are cognisant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Edgar Allan Poe
One is thinking her own thoughts in her own world, casually playing with her cool feet. One taking our shot. One sitting on her trench (or a long jacket or something). One next to her backpack. One with long, luscious hair. One with a messy bun or pony tail. They seem to be holding hands without them actually holding hands.
And it’s only now we’re discussing clothes. We can’t see them plainly, yet feel the style they round up. Simple, sophisticated, relaxed, their own. 1. Dark hued V-neck jumper, slim fit jeans, shoe-laced boots and a trench or a long jacket or something. 2. Dark hued turtleneck, ankle loose fit trousers, long socks, sneakers, a backpack and a camera.
Clothes are the cherries on top. Are the honey in the black tea. Are the cool hair on a #goodhairday. Are the lining of a beautiful dress you’d already liked. Are that secret smile only you know. Are your closest friends when rushing out the door. Are there to stack your memories into. Are you. Are fun!
Girls doing their thing and sharing love – without even realising it – is fun!
Imagine whole 3 minutes of this, the length of the video my brother sent me. Inga was wearing pajamas.