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REAL. Lady Gaga and Howard Stern Are Two of The Very Few.

This is on Lady Gaga’s newest Netflix documentary, older and superb interview with Howard Stern and Howard Stern’s everything and film, “Private Parts”.

… Is one version of the intro.

Live life on the edge, halfway between heaven and hell and let’s all dance in the middle, in purgatory. Lady Gaga a.k.a. Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta

… Is another version of the intro.

When minds and souls of the same character and charisma come together, not only synergy is being made, but also the world seems to become a better place to be. Both for those witnessing and for the minds and souls of the same character and charisma.

Lady Gaga and Howard Stern. Same vision.

I believe in doing what you like in life. It makes you a better person. First because you struggled to get to that what (and the struggle makes you go through stuff that definitely makes you grow) or have been (you just can not settle and the sweet and sour struggle is your middle name) figuring out what is that what and second because once you’d only started to wonder, you’d already become a better version of yourself.

Just like with clothes. They do have the ability to make you feel better. Come on, you most certainly can think of, at least, one combo of yours that made you fly one day or had figured out what is it that makes you better and fly and you wear that all the time. It is called style and it is similar to finding the what that you like. As concepts.

In purgatory.

Theoretically, this is how we grow up, but in fact I think that this is just an excuse for us to get out in the world and play. We do the homework and then we play for as much as we want to. I mean why the fuck not? We only live once and most of it in our heads and you know the drill, make sure it’s a nice place to be. Just like the world.

So there’s the what we love doing, there’s the style and then there’re the things that light up fireworks inside.

One of the coolest experiences I have lately experienced was going live on a radio show. With the heart full of fireworks in my lungs. Yes. It was something that I have always wanted to try out ever since I was a kid and saw Private Parts.

It’s one of my all time favourite autobiographical stories. Being true to your heart at all times definitely can not only get you to mental orgasms, but also the people around you. Literally for Howard Stern, metaphorically for the most of us.

Years later, when Lady Gaga attended Howard Stern’s show, in 2011 while on The Monster Ball Tour, fireworks popped out of the magic the two created. Beware, it might aim your heart! 👇🏻

It is pretty often that I play things like 👆🏻 in the background when at home and this is how OZ is being created.

True to your heart. Once true to your heart, always true to your heart.

Orgasms (above).

Multiple, just like in Private Parts. The first orgasm is made out of one of the best love relationships I have ever seen: Howard Stern + Alison Stern. The second is made out of one of the best work relationships: Howard Stern + Robin Quivers. The third is made out of Alison and Robin’s personalities. The forth one is made out of the best, the funniest, no muss no fuss relationships: Howard Stern + Fred Norris. The fifth is made out of the best chemistry at work: Howard Stern + Robin Quivers + Fred Norris + Gary Dell’Abate. Mm…

On one hand. Is the hand a coincidence in the vicinity of the orgasm?

On the other hand, there’s Lady Gaga, real as ever – the reason behind her ability to have worn whatever it was she dreamt of regardless of comments or praises, back in the days. However, now Joanne looks different in Gaga: Five Foot Two. She plays and sometimes hurts herself, yet she continues to play and be Gaga. Be real:

It all goes back to me, loving who I am. 

I have integrity.

This business is full of the most fake ass mother fuckers you will ever meet and they will sit here and kiss your ass and then the minute that you have no more ratings on your show, they don’t want to talk to you anymore. 

  👉🏻 Once Gaga, always Gaga. 👈🏻

We grow up and let things make us grow just so we can feel as kids again. The wiser we feel we become, the more playfully we allow ourselves to live.

To dance.

Stefani and Howard dance. You bet! Lady Gaga broke record with Monster Ball Tour (one of the top 10 highest-grossing tours of all time) for Debut Headlining Artist. Howard Stern leads the pack as the world’s highest-paid radio show host. They are both real and do what they love.

And have done two more interviews since the first one in 2011.

Let’s Not Only Wait for The Weekend!

And start to live more anyway we choose to. Want to. Dream of.

I am supposed to somehow follow a routine here because this is how it is done and I am supposed to have some sort of rules even if my own, but I still do not really see the necessity of following one to the maximum if it is not that heaven of a rule.

As long as I am doing my thing without affecting anyone but only make myself feel better or grow or whatever, I feel like I can make another one. Rule. The same that always wins, it seems, the one that says that there is no rule and this is not, in fact, one. A rule.

And so on.

It had to be something on fashion and we are at the end of this fall’s fashion week for the spring/summer 2018 season, yes. It might be the fact that I don’t know for sure where I’m going to be in a month – or at least this is how I feel – and with the amount of work I have been doing, I guess I just felt like locking myself on the outside and just observe the fashion world from afar.

Absorb, instead, the immediate world close to my heart, sort of. Only the people I like and only the stuff that people I love near me is doing. Sort of.

The only times I escaped my world was when watching movies that randomly – that kind of random – entered my world and is’s been beautiful. The rest was and is full of feelings, thoughts, laughter, imagining what the world would be like without the air conditioning in museums and reading Peter Pan through the eyes of Freud this time. Sort of.

Anyway, if you’re into having fun in between going out or working or kissing or whatever and feel like Netflix/Youtube and chill, then you could try these 👇🏻. Seems like a good weekend for it.

Fracture for life.

Jerry Before Seinfeld for power of dreaming.

Netflix Abstract: The Art of Design – Tinker Hatfield: Footwear Design for passion

Baby Driver if you can handle the smart oscillating with a little bit of lame. However, Baby’s attitude and music totally makes it worth it.

Emmanuelle Alt, editor-in-chief of Vogue France dancing – style icon.

Demolition for love and Jean-Marc Vallée.

No Strings Attached for chemistry.

King Arthur: Legend of the Sword for Guy Ritchie’s joy.

Threesome for fun.

Kill Bill for Quentin Tarantino’s joy and expression of love.

Kenzo: Music Is My Mistress autumn/winter 2017 fashion film for the girl at minute 4:24.

Bonnie and Clyde for Faye Danaway’s costumes and Warren Beaty’s Warren Beaty and if you can not fall asleep at it 3 times like I did.

I only like to talk about movies when watching (not that kind of talking over movies, you know what I mean) and I don’t like telling you what is going to happen in them, nor would I ever want you to see the trailers.

And I write in English – although my native is Romanian – because I like playing and this is the world I build just the way I want it and I play in it. You are welcome and I would love to meet you. Sort of.

However, I do tend to kind of live in another city, as my father says – she lives in a different city anyway. A city where I choose to only see the soul. Sort of.

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.

Fridaze From The Heart #4

Today I’m saying let’s not wait for the evening to come to feel it’s Friday. It’s Friyaaaay (!!) and no matter what we do in day to day life or what our job is or how much we enjoy the rest of the week’s days, Friday is a day we all share joy at the same time. Even if not always jumping and dancing all day long or making aerial tricks at home, but always having at least the teeny tinniest party somewhere in our souls.

Come on!

This is how synergy is created on Fridays and synergy is the best! Synergy is the creation of a whole that is greater than the simple sum of its parts. The term “synergy” comes from the Attic Greek word “synergia” from “synergos”, meaning “working together”.

Synergy would happen if we would all watch at the same time the videos from the latest “The tonight show with Jimmy Fallon” with Michelle Obama as Jimmy’s guest.

I bet we all now smile at the sight of these two people who – yes! – know television, but soul, humour, candour, honesty are things that get through screens or pictures.

We smile when we see souls. Or a smile. A heartfelt laugh. Heart! Sneezing is contagious but we all know how a smile is. A genuine one. It connects hearts.

This is what the First Lady has been doing. Spreading smiles all over the world, making the world fall in love with her. Just as Obama did. How not to?

And her being in love with him. Ooh-la-la!

A high position, maybe the highest in the world, does not only mean power the way we’re most used to. It, moreover, means the power of example. Which we all know, we just choose not to grant too much importance to, for one reason or another. It might be the lack of trust. In oneself, in the first place. The most important of the trusts, in fact.

Once we fill our hearts with the good – we wish for us and our closest ones and then, little by little, the whole world – it is very possible that the world becomes eventually a better place. A world of seven billion hearts. Imagine the synergy!

Let’s, therefore, look at first into our own souls and be grateful.

Do everything we have to do as best as we can and never forget to have fun.

Because it’s Friday and because we only have one life!

My suggestion for you on this day (and weekend)? As much Jimmy as possible!

Fall Fling

I am doing this one more time, mom!

Dressing up like “This is it!“, this is the last chance to wear summer in autumn and, then, I am switching to fall, sticking to it even. Only summer is so hard to let go. No? The thing is you never know when is the last sunny day when you can actually (more…)

Our Little Prince


I was 10 or smth when my brother was pretty tipsy on his birthday and it was only after all the guests left that he lifted me up on his shoulders holding my ankles (you know the drill) and danced with me. Danced by himself with myself attached to him. “Purple rain” was the song he
so passionately sang along on. On repeat and I loved it. Our moment. Our song.

And he kept on telling me stories, best friend stories, while singing and slow motion dancing.

Years later I knew what sorrow in love tasted like (any kind of love) and some more years later (hey, mom) what tipsy was like and what the combination of these two can do to you on “Purple rain. When memories kick in and dreams drum all over.

I remember of loving my brother so much back in the days that I not only forced him to take me to all of his parties, but I would not go to sleep anywhere in the house but his room, with him and his music in it. Prince was there to help him put me to sleep. His friends are my friends, you know.

Later on – teenage on – “Cream” was on and my then boyfriend tried to turn me on. Jees, what am I saying here? And I am so sober.

But you see?

This is what music does to us.

It is the soundtrack of our lives.

Then there is this day when your mind won’t stop and nothing feels right and then “The most beautiful girl in the world” starts in your headphones and you can actually feel the sun rays on your skin, your hair breathing and your lips softly smiling. I’m sure it works for men, too. You think of your crush as being the most beautiful girl in the world. You. Us.

This.

It is something about this. It is something clean. Natural. Genuine. Kind. In an era where everyone seems to pretend, very few remain true.

And make us fall in love with love.

I am no good with disappearings, it impresses me too much and it feels like words are too small and everybody says things when all I feel is just shutting up. But when overpassing the overwhelming grief at some sort of level deep inside somewhere in the echo and soul, all we really should do is honour this lovely human being, hold our loves tight, sing, create memories and watch this little Prince bathing in the rain.

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This.

Because I’m on vacation. And because love. Everyday. If only vacation would be everyday and making out in cars would be like cheek (not chick) kissing.

How beautiful are these two? Very. It’s all in the fire. To be read “smiles“. To be read “love“. And when it’s love one doesn’t need any trick to look somewhat. Or let’s say that that somewhat looks a trillion (gillion, catrillion) times better and a pop up comes out and spells “awesome“.

And we want awesome!

Rule: a simple, flowery, strappy summer dress, happy hair don’t care, a pair of boots (perfect outfit for late summer days, btw, ok add a loose fit jeans jacket), a hand in his hair and you’re done. No, not done.

Kiss. Now you’re done and ready to rrrrrumble. Through the day.

PS: he is not bad either. He’s in fashion! It’s the love. And the t-shirt. And the hands. Or the smiles?

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Robbie Williams Feels

 

Now how to write this to be as entertaining as the show was? Should show some balls, lots of teeth and a blonde crest. Sing the lungs out right through your speakers. Join a band. Get out if it. Then get fat. Then thin, then fat again. Go to rehab and get fat again and thin again. And then write “Angels”.

And then, maybe then, this would come close to the entertainment Robbie delivered last night, in Bucharest. Nope, not even then! And not ever. Because there’s only one Robbie!

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But “Love supreme” is a 15 years old song. So what? Don’t you want to hear all (ALL would be perfect, perfect af!) the songs you’ve grown up to? You don’t? You bet you do! I don’t care he hasn’t released anything new yet as long as he (HE!) is just going to sing “Feel” or “No regrets” right in front of me. Are you f*cking kidding me? Well, you might and that’s cool, too. F*ck you. Jk.

It (this “Let me entertain you” tour) has to be his way into our hearts again (that’s in case he ever left any), right before he releases an album and kicks it again! Yes, he can!

Concerts are fucking awesome!

There’s an unique vibe that you can only find in concerts. And it’s the only place you can stay with your hands up for two whole hours and dance and scream the fuck out of your stomach all together. When, on what planet, under what circumstances could you ever listen to “Wonderwall” (!!!) or “Still haven’t found what I’m looking for” (!!!) or “Back for good” (!!!) covered by Robbie? Only if you’re married to the guy. And you’re not! I know, boo-f-hoo!

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This covers thing is a whole new trend. It’s cool to see, though, everyone singing everyone’s songs. Music brings people together. Think about it! When listening. When looking. When dancing. When dreaming. When flying. When whatever.

However, music is magic!

Robbie is all about confidence. And attitude. And fun. Maybe you would’ve said “And ego”. But last night, after he pulled out “Bohemian Rhapsody” and absorbed all that love (for Queen, not for him) together with you in front of the gods (Queen)… I say “And love!”. And humbleness. Robbie-Williamsness.

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He is funny. The coolest. Yet, have you ever paid attention to his (written-by-himself) lyrics? Paid attention, not just listened to (you can find it below).

Yet, there is nothing more difficult than explaining humour. Nothing more boring, either. Humour is very particular, it has its own colour, brain and culture.

He can show us his butt (I can totally resonate with it, I did it all the time to my brother then laugh by myself out loud through the way back to my room) and sing “Feel” like there is no tomorrow.

“No regrets” was my last night’s favourite. And “Angels”. And everything. Fuck it.

Regardless, mom, I am not talking with fucking all the time. Robbie was! Last night.

PS: “Casa poporului” never looked better.

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“Feel”

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don’t understand

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
I don’t wanna die
But I ain’t keen on living either
Before I fall in love
I’m preparing to leave her

Scare myself to death
That’s why I keep on running
Before I’ve arrived
I can see myself coming
I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
And I need to feel
Real love and the love ever after
I can not get enough

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
I got too much love
Running through my veins
To go to waste

I just wanna feel
Real love and the love ever after
There’s a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It’s a real big place

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand

“No Regrets”

Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we’d live our lives together
And not enstranged

I didn’t lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn’t stay to watch me cry
You didn’t have the time
So I softly slip away…

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn’t like my mother

I don’t want to hate but that’s
All you’ve left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
(We’ve been told you stay up late)
I know they’re still talking
(You’re far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they’re late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I’d feel sorry for us instead

Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead

Written by Cristina Pavelescu