look of the day

The Waves and Days that Take Us Places

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.

The Grinning Sun

The other days, when it kept on snowing and the wind was blowing, the cold (cold, cold!) made me not want to ever get out of jeans, UGGs or snow boots, warmest sweater and snowboard jacket. Not that I had any intention of skiing or snowboard on the sidewalks of the city. I never tried to ski and for me to actually snowboard in the city, a rope to tie myself to a car whose driver I would have needed to persuade to film would have been mandatory. All of the snow would have melted.

It has anyway in the meantime, but it is 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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Life is like a box of chocolates

You never know what you’re gonna get.

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R: Morning!

Myself: Wow, you look so nice!

R: It’s the dress! I throw it on myself and run.

Myself: High five, this is my “Run, Forrest! Run!” thing.

Although, it is highly advisable not to run too fast whilst in slippers. You loved the movie, I’m sure, you don’t have to end up like Forrest the child, tho’, you kno’?

There is music you could listen to at any hour, in any place. There is, also, an outfit (more, if you’re lucky) you could literally wear anytime you have to be out in like… Yesterday. Let’s say you have a 9 a.m. meeting and you are in your pyjamas. I never do that, people. I just heard of people doing that. I am kidding, of course, but wouldn’t that be nice? If you grimace at this, you don’t even know what I am talking about. If you (at least) smiled, you know the feeling and I feel you and you feel me.

Hey, you that still have the frown on your forehead, you are lucky and therefore can smile, too, now. You can think of your “Forrest” outfit and when you will have to run, you will be Forrest, the adult. That’s right, thank God for getting that frown off, pfew!

A top you find fabulously low key, your favourite pair of jeans, the it bag you love so much and the shoes you know will do the trick (cool sandals, sneakers or the slippers).

See you on the shrimp boat!

This below looks pretty much like Forrest tho, huh? I loved the movie a bit too much, I guess.

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Dress well, try this and get out

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This is exactly how I feel now and not that it matters to you, as you probably jump with joy and have a great spring day, hooray to that, but don’t you ever do this?

I do, too, in fact, have a great day if I dress like this on a so and so day and I dye my hair red. I don’t lol. But if I magically could be any colour, I would be… Nope, still blonde.

And I am not dressed like this today. I’m wearing a black jumpsuit while typing this. But it’s the position and mood in Nylon magazine Instagram account‘s photo that got me writing this anyway. Cause I totally feel her. Or the photographer. Or whoever thought of it.

When you dress cool and all and you go in front of your bed, or tv, or tub, or you know and bend as seen above. You dooooon’t? It’s so good. Bend. With your head hanging, your hands on floor, your eyes closed, your mind still (good luck with that!), your thoughts flowing in and out. They were supposed to stand still, yes. See below. And your heels on.

That’s when you feel the #mood best. Heels, heels, heels.

Oh, and go out afterwards. Otherwise you could just do it in your pajamas and that would be that. And then sleep. Oh, sleep. But it is about that moment when you are nearly on your way out and you stop and do this.

Or after. After going out. After drinking vodka.

Kidding, mom.

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A-ha, this tune just kicked in. It’s sort of the tune that you listen to in your headphones while at office and bending. So what if people are looking?

F*ck it! They want it, too. They just don’t have the guts to.

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Sharing is like bff w caring

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Make yourself a friend like this (be any of these two above 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’d dressed up. See if you can both stand in the same window. Why? It makes clothes have fun and your relationship stronger.

I’m kidding.

Yet, sharing makes everything better. And fun makes everything best! 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) too cool!

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

Man! This is how my traffic-red-lights time or the waiting-for-the-water-to-boil-for-tea time passes.

And this could mean a lot.

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I am letting it cool as we speak, so…

They are both wearing jeans and jeans are there 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.

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Be whatever you want to be

As in wear whatever you want to wear. It’s Sunday. It’s almost “not quite the weekend no more”, it’s almost Smonday, it’s the feeling when Sunday slowly goes into Monday and before this last one goes into you, you be whatever you want to be.

As in wear exactly what you want. Everyday. But today is well, you know, no better day than today. And Sunday feels like this.

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Doesn’t it?

Put your hands up in the air like you just don’t care only not quite ’cause it’s not the “Uh, I’m so tipsy right now, feels like putting my hands up on the head and spin around like Kate does below and uh uh some more”, it’s the “Oh jees, this is it” and you not only rest your hands on the head as Charlotte does above, but you also throw your feet in front of you, you move your hips as if the hips don’t belong to you and you keep shaking your head, hair, whatever exactly like Kate here does. Oh, you don’t? Everybody does. On Sunday.

So there’s Charlotte and Kate. Who just don’t know what to do with themselves and so do we. Or don’t we.

But then there’s this one. This could totally be you. Who are you?

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Everything is black and white today. See?

Maybe it’s just the weather.

It’s always the weather.

 

Written by Cristina Pavelescu

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Everything this woman's saying in this picture

This is why I would say “I love New York!”. “The city that never sleeps”. “The big apple”. “The city so nice they named it twice”, a reference to “New York, New York” as both the city and the state, first mentioned in the New York Times in 1975. It’s this and everything the media is selling to us all. I hate it when I feel like someone gets through my brain and makes me do it regardless of my initial intent even when my intent was to love New York anyway. Anyway! I know fo so’ I love a girl like this.

Because I love girls. And boys.

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Via The Sartorialist on my Instagram the other days.

Think of how Scott Schuman approaches this beautiful woman and gets into talking with her and how she so warmly smiles at him just after his “Hello” and how he then introduces himself and she has no idea who he is because she is not into this anxiety called fashion and media and social media, but still accepts him taking her photo after noticing how happy this makes him feel and she says “ok” and he takes her shot and the sun perfectly witnesses it all and this moment is born. Ta-da!

Ok, and all of the above would be just in my imagination if she is a super star that doesn’t even have an Instagram account, but is so-oh-oh into the fashion industry or smth and, thus, did it oh-so-oh very casually.

It’s up to you to believe in whatever you want. 

The scarf was practically there when she was born. The abs made her wear this crop. The boyfriend is the type that wears a bomber (a khaki one) and doesn’t even mind if she borrows the jacket after forgetting or not even thinking of telling him. The job is so cool that she can totally pull this off. The leather pants are just below her boxers briefs. And so on.

All of the above? Nothing, nothing, nothiiiiing (Whitney’s “I have nothing”) without that look and that body language.

Nothiiiiing!

 

Written by Cristina Pavelescu