look of the day

Your Groove Is The Grooviest

 

In a Pharrell Williams and Snoop Dogg interview, Snoop tells Pharrell upon their work together: Everybody sounds the same, everybody got the same bounce, but we got a… ~ Snoop is groovy dancing in a sitting position on a chair, you know how Snoop would move on a chair, him tossing his fingers around and everything… ~ That’s a groove and when you find the groove, the groove… It remains longer than the bounce. The bounce come and go, but the groove remains forever. Giving the world a sound of love, peace and harmony.

So it not only makes the art authentic, soulful and free, but also timeless.

Bounce is the trend, the pretending. Groove is the style. And there’s nothing wrong with the bounce as long as it makes you feel happier about yourself  in the moment, yet somehow the groove is always much more fun than the bounce. Real. It keeps you up all night and surprising you throughout life. The bounce come and go, but the groove remains forever. 

Watching my mom every morning – my whole childhood – getting ready for work in the bedroom, by the enormous (or so it seemed) mirrored closet, was a really good exercise for me, I now get to understand. Everything always seemed so light with her. Everything still does. Skincare, talks, hair, coffee, perfume, make-up, food, clothes, parties, us all. It’s a groove. I am now groovy dancing in my sitting position at the desk (on my comfy couch), tossing my fingers around and everything.

Lightness is so groovy. Exquisite.

In everything.

So it only made sense for me to take pictures of five of the combinations I have been wearing lately ~ in the bedroom. The pictures, not the clothes. It is very possible I, most often, relate to the mood in my parents’ beautifully lighted bedroom every morning. The most homelike feelings, now as grown ups, is something or someone taking us back to the intimacy of the childhood days. Something or someone to remind you of you.

And we all love the feeling of home. Similar to the feeling of finding our style no matter what that is. As long as it feels real, it is groovy.

Giving the world a sound of love, peace and harmony.

The exercise we could do today, though, as adults (or something) is constantly asking ourselves whether we like something or not. Whether it makes us dance even in a sitting position or not. Even without realising, on the inside ~ in meetings, in the car, at the cinema, in bed, in club, at the restaurant, wherever.

Tossing, tossing, tossing.

PS: all the shoes in ~ the shoot that only felt natural to be done by mom ~ had been previously cleaned. Always are.

Pleasure Delayers or 3 Outfits To Transition To Spring

We are all, willingly or not (not!)(ok, sometimes willingly), becoming these pleasure delayers. We keep on postponing the thrill of enthusiasm Spring has the ability to infuse us with. Not consciously, obviously, since it’s not in our hands to make Spring sprung (already!). Yet subconsciously, our minds are waiting at the starting line just like in a marathon run.

Just like there is no tomorrow!

It is becoming kind of interesting, this search for outfits in a season that seems to very much want to become a season on its own. Nor Winter, nor Spring, it’s Something! One day we’re cooler than ever in t-shirts and feel like Winter what? and the next day we’re running around naked through the house trying to figure out where’s the coat and where’s the hat.

Something just keeps on surprising us or, better yet, trying to mess with our minds and see how far we can go. Oh, but we can.

Go!

Hello!

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These are some outtakes of the Fall Winter 2017/2018 I saved on my desktop long before Fall and Winter ***where did they go, btw?!*** even had started. Theoretically, they are gone. Practically, well, good luck with the running through the house, since the house is still the only place to run in right now.

And this is how we are all slowly but surely becoming pleasure delayers. The phrase is from Vanilla Sky – the movie, vanilla skies usually happen in between seasons and the most beautiful vanilla skies were painted by Claude Monet.

Our minds, waiting in line, have to think about something in the meantime. Oh yeah, they can watch the sky also. 🙄

Our hearts, though, they know it’s about the race bla bla, yet let the race already begin! is what don’t all of our minds and hearts want to hear Spring already say?

There was a Go! earlier, but may there never be a Stop!.

… And I’m not even that much into running.

 

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.

Stripes Are Here To Slay!

What is it with the stripes that gets us so eager to wear them over and over again? What? Don’t you find it rather interesting that we never get tired of them? Moreover, we wear them when nothing else seems to fit. The inner state.

“In a state”, a song by U.N.K.L.E..

No, I mean really think about it while listening to the song. Or don’t listen. Or don’t think and enjoy the song. Hey, come back here, you. I was jk. A clean breton stripe is almost as important for your wardrobe as the white t-shirt is. I mean, if you like it. The stripes. If you don’t, then just go back and listen to U.N.K.L.E. Or – Or! – bare with me for a few more minutes to find out how stripes can get you straight to number one.

Number one is a state of mind and “straight” had to be used. We are talking about stripes here, bonjour!

In fact, stripes have become neutral and we praise the day this was finally declared. You put a breton stripe on and it looks like you have just blushed your cheekbones, chicks, and you have just perfumed the sides of your upper neck, guys. It is not only fresh, but sexy. Somehow. The sexiness which is taken for granted, but you and I both know that there’s the je ne sais quoi with them stripes, too.

Deep connection here.

Dare. Wear. Stripes all over the place.
I played while they slayed. The thing is you have to play and slay along with them, otherwise they will slay you.

Because they are here to party and have fun with you.

You!

When wearing two pieces, try not to overlay them, but make them meet somewhere: the waist is a very good spot right now.

Then think of shoes. The stripes will get you in the state of the shoes you choose to wear. You choose depending on the state and the state is there. That’s why it’s called “inner”. You just have to let it speak and listen. Listen.

You.

And.

Slay.

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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 just put it on 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 just 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 (or 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. But wouldn’t that be nice? If you smirk 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 who still have the frown on your forehead, you are lucky and therefore can smile, too, now. You can think of your Run, Forrest, run! 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 though, huh? I loved the movie a bit too much, I guess.

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From Dusk Till Dawn

 

I couldn’t agree more. Could you?

I could, actually! ***From morning till dancing*** Could you?

I mean, look at the posture, look at the legs casually ruling the place, and the Marni suit doing that same kind of thing!

Look at the lips pouting (or making a straight face right in your face) while leaning the head into the beautiful hand, beautifully making a beautiful line from the tips of the beautiful fingers to the tips of the beautiful toes. The emphasise is intentional when the beautiful is beautiful.

No? Oh.

What time of day do you think Farfetch wanted you to believe it is in the picture? I think it is in the morning, pretty early in the morning, just about to start her creative (or not and, if not, let’s hope she dressed up like that anyway, oh yeah!) work and knowing (underlined) that this mothaf*ckin day is about to end up into some dancing, so that’s why the pout. That’s why the mothaf*ckin expression. Oh yeah!

Beautiful and mothaf*ckin expression. Check the emphasise earlier.

You can wear the same clothes from dusk till dawn. All you have to change is the attitude depending on where you are and what you do or where you will be going or what you will be doing. Though, the same attitude from dusk till dawn is a beautiful mothaf*cker.

#becoolbegood.

In the beautiful flashy print and the shoes above all you need is the mothaf*ckin pout.

Out.

Out of subject: this wouldn’t be the same without the chair. No?

Out of subject: I would so dance in the above on the below. No?

You + snooze = love?

Never underestimate the power of a good outfit on a bad day. Not that there were, are, or will any. Ever. 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 that I want you to get), though , myself only writing about it already makes me feel like going to bed just for 10 minutes. You know the drill.

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

So I wake up a.s.a.p. Literally a.s.a.p. 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 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. Whatever. So is the corduroy since it is in my flares, too. It’s the way they play on you. On me.

The randomly-found dress is upstairs 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 a fake smoke with 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.

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Dress Well, Try This And Get Out

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 and I dye my hair red. I don’t, lol. But if my hair could magically be any colour, it 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 IG’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, tv, tub, or whatever and bend as above.

You dooooon’t? It’s so good. Bend. With your head hanging, your hands on the floor, your eyes closed, your mind still (good luck with that!), your thoughts flowing in and out ~ they were supposed to stand still, yes, but see below.

And your heels on. That’s when you feel the #mood best. Well, not all the time, but you know what I mean. 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 this is about that moment when you are on your way out and you stop and do the move.

It’s pretty dope when you come back, also.

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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 work and bend. So what if people are looking? F*ck it! They want it, too. They just don’t have the guts to.

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.

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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