Focus Defocus


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!


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.


If I Could Offer You Only One Tip For The Future, Sunscreen Would Be It


Some things just have a way to randomly come into our lives and stay and say “hi” once in a while as a reminder of what we believe in, of what truly makes us happy, of the individuals we want to be, of picking up the phone and say something hilarious to someone we love or of  simply “wearing sunscreen”.

As Baz Luhrmann would say.

It was the Summer of 2000 when my parents, brother and I were on a road trip through Southern Europe. It was one of the most fun and genuine holidays ever, we were travelling by a map actually made of paper and were actually looking at the surroundings with our eyes not through our phones, but talking and listening to music just like we do today.


It was in Andorra la Vella, the capital of Andorra, where I remember sitting in the back of the car with my mom, but always pushing with my shoulders between the front seats – almost always occupied by my dad and brother – while sitting on my pits and looking through the front window frame. Very comfy. It was right then and there that I first heard Baz Luhrmann’s Sunscreen.

The subconscious must have listened very carefully to the lyrics for they till today take me straight back to the 2000, the road trip, the family, the light, the ease, the dreams from when being a kid, the tease I used to – I still do it 😈 – annoy my brother with, the ideals, the excitement of life literally. I had no idea of Luhrmann, Shazam didn’t exist, so I just let my mind wander. No frames, no nothing.

I had seen his Romeo & Juliet, though, starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes, without knowing it’s his. When my brother told me who Baz is some time later, I loved making the connection. Shakespeare’s tragedy is one of my all time favourite adaptations. However, the lyrics are not his, they were taken from a famous essay, written in 1997 by Mary Schmich, a columnist with the Chicago Tribune.

It is amazing how some memories are still so vivid in my mind, piece by piece, word by word, and others seem like from a completely different life, regardless of time or space.

It’s also amazing how at 15, some of us were so sure that by 21 we would have become what we had already figured out of wanting to become by 21. Well…

Life is anything but a certainty. It’s pretty fun.

So, when bumping into the news on H&M’s latest collaboration – dropping stores November 2nd – with the London based must-have designer loved by celebrities and fashion insiders alike, Erdem, I could not but awe at the even more exciting news that the visionary filmmaker Baz Luhrmann will bring the collection to life through his unique storytelling.

For me, fashion is always about more than just clothing, it is a form of expression – a standalone art form. I am excited to be collaborating with Erdem and H&M to reveal the story of this unique collection, says Baz Luhrmann.

I wonder if this happened thanks to wearing sunscreen. I can not say that I can not sleep until I see the short fashion film, but I can say that I was happy to go for a brief moment back into the 2000 thanks to Luhrmann again and to look through the eyes of the then kid in the car at the individual today.

A glimpse.

There is a point in doing one thing everyday that scares us. It might not happen everyday, but things like walking on a wire at 16 m high (even when protected) make me feel like Batman, make me want to find Batman and borrow his suit for a day like there is no tomorrow.

Seeing a bug, though, always freaks me out to the extent of barely finding the courage to put a glass over it, then leave a note on the spot and hope for someone to come and read it and then take the bug out of it. No point here. Just scare.

However, the sunscreen must keep the bugs away.


Erdem Spring 2017 Ready-to-wear:

Photos via voguerunway.com

What Do YOU Like?


It is very important, I have come to comprehend, that you like things. In general, not just clothes, since this is about fashion, but fashion in a different way. In a YOU way. So when you really enjoy something you eat, you enjoy something you eat. You would cry out of pleasure.

You wouldn’t? I would. I did. Not like the crying Snapchat filter, but like this emoji: ?!

Once, it happened while eating a nectarine. The other time it was a raspberry tart. And we won’t even get into the real food. I am sure something has just popped out in your head right now.

A movie. When you are watching a movie and you get completely lost in it. You liiike that.

When you are in a club and your favourite song comes along. Maaan!

When you look at your fingernails and you have some weird shade of pink on them (or whatever colour you can’t stand on your nails), don’t you feel the rush of going and removing it? I feel like a completely different person until I do. Weirdo. I know.

Or guys, when you wear a tie and you are so not the type (and you don’t ought to, lucky you) and, at some point, you just feel like it is not letting you breathe anymore and you do that thing when you pull that knot, do the grimace and release your neck. And body. And mind, I would say. No?

“But maybe I just like everything”, you might say and I completely get that. I say it pretty much myself. Still, I am sure you have a certain type of alcohol you like and one that you don’t. Or tea. Just the right order, I know.

Or a look that you are just melting down over. A-ha, gotcha!

So it is about the goosebumps. In the smallest details or in the big pictures. Our whole lives (loves) revolve around the things we like (love).  That is if we care about having a good and evolving relationship with ourselves. The best and the most important one.

Why not do this with clothes? All you gave to do is just pay attention and feel.

As you already know, I love clothes. But I love clothes for the way they can make me feel and am sure can make you, too. At first, I just wanted to say “clothes that can easily transform from one thing to another. And not necessarily just from morning to dancing. But any piece of clothing that can be transformed.” But then “the way they can make me feel” happened.

The fashion nowadays is so “transformable”, you literally can’t go through life and not wear a piece at least 2 different ways. It’s so easy. Moreover, it’s about the clothes that actually are the continuation of you, the wings that help you fly. I am not kidding. Not flying, either (in the pictures), but I am sure that after all there words you get my point.

It is so simple, but we so-oh-oh enjoy the drama. We like to be queens and kings.

“Like”, see? This is where we got started.


Ralph Lauren jacket, Mango top, Zara trousers, Converse shoes







Marni by H&M scarf, Mango top, Zara trousers, Zara shoes




You + Snooze = Love?


Never underestimate the power of a good outfit on a bad day. Not that there were, are, or will any. Ever. Bad days. But. You know. When. You wake up. And. Need a nap. You see (case in which you managed to open your eyes and are holding a cup of coffee in your hand and you kind of get the point I wanted you to get), though , myself only writing about it already makes me feel like going to bed just for 10 minutes. Ok, 5. You know the drill.

I don’t do snoozing. Just like I don’t do sugar in my tea. Ever.

So I wake up as soon as the alarm turns on. I drink my black tea with honey. And if the bed still looks (too) appealing and it usually does, I just have to switch my excitement to something else and I quickly (sort of saying) get dressed and this is how I end up looking the way I do.

It’s the excitement that either gets me back to bed or to dress up. Today I dressed up and never looked back. To the rain or anything. I love the rain. Though miss the sun like crazy.

I do both.

Both the dress and the jeans at the same time. I knew I had to wear the corduroy heart printed dress because dresses and hearts are so much fun. So is the corduroy since it is in my flares, too. It’s the way they play. On me, with me.

The randomly-found dress in a shop somewhere is up on me all by herself drinking Piña coladas and overlooking the H&M flares who would just dance all day and are chilling in the 70’s way over the been-through-a-lot white pair of Converses that, from time to time, give the look to the fresh-in-town Love Moschino bag.

But then the dress sees the hearts in the bag’s scarf, fireworks come out and everyone is Piñacolading.

Your turn. You tell me.