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Airports, Planes and Clothes

 

The flight is part of the fun no matter the destination I fly to. Just like getting dressed is. Oh, going to the coffee shop near by? Let’s see what would make me have more fun to and in the coffee shop.

I once went to pick up a friend at the airport dressed in pyjamas. It was winter, I was wearing a head-to-toe puffer jacket and few could have guessed, let alone got any hint of the party I was – dreamily – having on my own. Literally. The comfort of having had a bubble bath, put a moisturiser on, got into pyjamas, into jacket, into car, listened to music and sang along on the way to the airport is just another way to party to me. It was at night and it was winter.

It is, nevertheless, true that I, sometimes, put on the high-waisted, (g)old blue jeans, a white t-shirt, the favourite-of-the-hour pair of shoes and feel like ready for the party in the club. I just let the hair, perfume and nails do the trick.

The little things… They are never little.

The flight to Bali was the party before the party called Bali. I knew I wanted to have on not only comfortable – obviously – clothes, but also clothes that inject some sort of fun into the party I was about to have on my own whilst everyone on the plane would be sleeping and clothes that are close to myself. Close like a pyjama is.

You could wear the grey dress; I wore it on long flights and it’s fabulously comfortable (I was about to sleep in it at some point after all), mom told me. Oh right, I told myself, I feel pretty party in it. It is the dress that seems to fly places all over and a dress I share with mom. I can see her doing the straight face, though; she got used to me wanting to wear her clothes in time. She can always see me doing the grinning face.

It was too cold to fly on a Qatar flight in flip-flops, so I put my white Golden Goose on; they always feel like barefoot. Flip-flops and sneakers were the only two shoes options on my trip anyway, yay! Cold and fun were the two words that guided me to make up the combo I transformed from one look into another depending on the temperature and mood.

I found the perfect pair of grey leggings, but it has to be ordered online from far away; until then, however, the grey leggings bought on the day before the flight from Zara kids (adults seem not want/need grey, simple leggings anymore; I’d been looking everywhere) did the work. The leggings were soft, grey (duh!), almost just as the ones about to be ordered. Grey? To naturally blend into the combo. I’ve always somehow liked grey leggings. A certain type of grey.

They’re made from a very fine cottony mix and they don’t just blend in with the dress through airports and planes, but also with the sweat I feel like home in no matter where. Home, party, same. It is All Saints and was purchased on a holiday at my brother’s. I wear it with love and, most of the times, wear it just out of love. It’s not only made from an interesting type of cotton, but it’s also a special shade of dark blue and it has a cut that is not unraveled from the start, but once disclosed loved forever. It is that type of thing.

Just like the coloured hearts around my neck are. Or the watch – Optimef – made by dear friends of mine, with its limited – Summer Well – edition strap which, from the moment it touched my hand, it and I, we both knew it is coming with me to Bali. I am still gravitating outfits around it.

I left home wearing the dress and sneakers.

On the first plane, the leggings got underneath and the sweat on top of the dress; we only flew for 5 hours and got to Doha where someone was waiting for us. The bronze Untitled Lamp Bear, by the Swiss artist Urs Fischer.

On the second plane, I took off the dress from under the sweat and stayed in leggings and sweat. Mmm… We flew for about 11 hours.

Just before landing in Bali, the dress had got under the sweat again only before the sweat went to sleep into the backpack with the leggings. Awwm.

The way back was the same. Airports, planes and clothes.

 

For The Days You Choose To Be Happy

 

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…

When Everything Is Everything and It Is Yet So Simple

 

The morning before was so, so hard to figure out what the f it is that I want. The night before the morning before, though, everything seemed so clear and simple: bathing suits and t-shirts. I am talking clothes here, in life I know that all I want is everything. 

Everything is everything, as Lauryn Hill says.

How not to want everything? We only have one life and I just love life so much, don’t you? Says myself even after crying the hell out of my lungs sometimes. I guess you cannot really enjoy the greatest joy unless at least a little bit of sourness. Sadness. Or a lot. Sometimes going through it to the deepest makes you see true happiness at its highest.

These last phrases were not planned, but they happened. I suck at planning, but realise that I like following one – once in a while – when there is one. When going on a trip. Although it is the coolest when nothing is planned and ***everything*** happens and boom! Happiness. And I am not talking here getaways only.

Trips though, coming back to trips. At the time of writing this, actually, I was coming home from the trip. Sometimes it’s hard to say goodbye when leaving the holiday destination and at other times it’s even harder when leaving for it. Just like this time. Suddenly I knew nothing about t-shirts or the place I hid my swimsuits over winter.

Except for a two-piece black one and boom, only then I knew. I wanted not necessarily just black with me, but some really simple stuff. It felt liberating. Simple is the best, after all. All simple, natural, not planned. I am talking everything here. Have I seen too many movies?

It felt like breathing. Says myself who likes va-va-voom just as much.

Like no make-up.

Aaanyway, I’m telling you: a couple of t-shirts (but really good ones), of jeans (but true jeans), a pair of sandals (but cool sandals who like to have fun), of sneakers (but the ones you adore), a dress or two you have for years (to gather more memories into), a jumper (you can’t seem to be able to live without anymore) and at least one bathing suit (because naked is not as possible as one might wish for) is all you need for a #vitaminesea weekend.

Because this is all I wore on trip in spite of the many other clothes I somehow managed to stuff into so many bags that I so am not a fan of, jees. Yet again, a carry-on would have done it. But then the drama before the trip? And then the staring at the sun, the sky, the kitesurfers, the overthinking in my head and the daydreaming wouldn’t have been the same. Or would it have? This human species is something else…

They say life is so easy, we just make it oh-so complicated. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t, maybe we do, maybe we don’t. Either way, it is so fucking interesting and I cannot wait for the rest of it. Still, maybe a little bit of planning never hurt nobody.

Just like partying. And crying – haha, kidding. Or not. You see? Maybe you do, maybe you don’t… JK. Or not

Never Ever Turned Into Forever

 

They tell you about the style evolution of Victoria Beckham, of Rihanna or of the boy bands. Now and then. But they couldn’t have told you about the style evolution of All Saints and by that I mean “All Saints”. Not the British fashion retailer, but the British-Canadian girl pop quartet founded in 1995.

1995, ma’ friend.

They would have not only been able to not mock on their “style evolution”, but they couldn’t have said a mocking word about their music either. So, basically, they would just shut up. Because All Saints were (and are) so cool that “they” could just shut up and still be so fucking cool.

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True.

Moreover, who in this world could do the cover of Red Hot Chilli Peppers’ “Under the bridge” and still be hot?! Hot as the Chillis. And be equally as many times played on the radio as the Peppers? And be considered as cool at the RHCP are? No one. Or very, very few.

Very.

All Saints used to look (and be) cool then just as much as they would now if they were to wear the same clothes from back in the days. And to sing that exact same music as they used to when we were all writing the lyrics of Never ever on the lockers’ walls in high school.

You weren’t?!

If they only knew then that Never ever would, eventually, turn into forever.

They’ve always been here.

Still the '90s, ma' friend

Still the ’90s, ma’ friend

I still turn on the volume each time I hear A few questions that I need to know… on VH1 (or car radio), go in front of the tv (holding the remote in one hand careful to turn off the volume when Pitbul shows up) and dance and sing like there’s no tomorrow. But chill, just like back in the high school days. Just like them. Easy. Joyfully.

You don’t? Big eyed emoji.

If you do, though, and you are still reading this, then you know. And you care. And since you care, you must know that today, ta-da, on the 8th of April, Red Flag is coming out, their fourth studio album.

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My favourite used to be Melanie Blatt. Nicole Appleton was Robbie Williams’ girlfriend. No regrets was written for her and I love Robbie’s No regrets. The drama. We all love (and live one way or another) the drama. Natalie Appleton seems like a really nice bff to hang out with. Shaznay Lewis wore braces when braces were not even cool.

Cool!

All their videos are so cool. Even my brother says they’re cool. And my brother is so cool.

Never ever below. I remember about dreaming of becoming the grown ups I was watching having fun by the pool in the video on VH1… You know?

Though it could’ve been War of nerves, All hooked up, Chick fit, Under the bridge, Pure shores, Bootie call, Black coffee. Still some grown ups to look up to.

And I think I even see them hotter now then I used to ten years ago.

Then & now:

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As of March 2013, Never ever is the second best selling single by a girl group of all time in the UK, only behind Wannabe by the Spice Girls. Obviously. And nothing wrong with that since this is signed by a former Spice Girls’ fan. My favourite was Victoria.

Busted.


Later edit 1: half a year later and still true and… Light.

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Later edit 2: Don’t you just love their lovin on their Instagram accounts? True love is such a rare thing these days. I guess it’s always been. But then you find it and you hold on to it. Forever. Turned in from “never ever”.

Can’t wait for the Later edit 3