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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…

Sharing is like bff with caring

 

Make yourself a friend like this (be any of these two above or below you like best and make the other “the better half” the bff) or you just do you and let your bff be your bff, meet up and see how you’re dressed up.

Why? It makes clothes have fun and your relationship stronger.

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I’m kidding.

Yet, sharing makes everything better. And fun makes everything best! It finds us the bffs we’ve always dreamt of. So go with the flow, wear these stuff the two of you together at the same time, almost hold hands, look straight into each other’s eyes, listen, pay attention, be as present as you can, eat each other if possible, because it simply is (and looks) so cool!

This is an Instagram print screen @stylesightworldwide. And the tagging doesn’t stop here because I’ve been stalking, I’ve been stalking. It goes way back to @voguebrasil and to @whatastreet. And the “besties” are @ninoeliava and @ankatsitsishvili.

And this is how my traffic-red-lights time or the waiting-for-the-water-to-boil-for-tea time passes.

And this means a lot.

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I am letting it cool as we speak, so…

 

They are both wearing jeans and jeans are here just to complement the va-va-voom of both outfits. Yet again and again. I can not imagine life without jeans. Or tea. Or bffs.

And this is how jeans literally let you be the va-va-voom. They are just there to support you. Your game. Your combinations. Your creativity. Your parties. Your everything. Is that too much to say? I don’t think so.

They are literally our bffs without mouths.

If only jeans could talk.

Blue Jeans and Genes

 

The coffee is just an excuse. For you to stop at your favourite coffee shop. For you to have a couple of minutes just for you and your coffee, for that first sniff, first taste, first sip. And the second, and the third and so on. And on. Just like in the video here. For you to party more. Harder. Or to play. “Work hard, play hard” is what they say.ozinparis-blue-jeans-foreva

Or just for you to take pictures or have your friend do it for you. Yaaay.

Rephrase. It’s simply the best! When the coffee is. The best!

And the jeans!

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Hello there!

These blue jeans were saved by me from my mom’s clothes to be given away and a day has not yet gone by without the jeans thanking me and myself thinking about happily wearing them. When wearing them, I’m wearing all my memories in them. But, most of all, I’m wearing my mom’s vibe in them from before she would had even thought of giving them away.

In fact, I remind her so much of her memories, that she sometimes borrows them from me – ha! – and then the subtle (can’t-really-hide) smile sets on her face and I know. I just know. You know?

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But where were we? Yeah, coffee.

Right. Coffee.

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Update a piece of vintage with a piece of “now”. Some disco sandals just to, unintentionally, stay in the same disco area with the jeans and everything. Or is it the area that just won’t leave my site? Oh, don’t you ever! You area.

And the striped tee, classic Wayfarers and coffee.

Why? The excuse, remember?

You don’t? Then you desperately need a good coffee.

PS: and I am still looking for that new pair of perfect blue jeans that would fit me better than my favourite sweater.