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Matching Organic Clothes or Funny Dogs

 

It is very rarely that I match clothes. I usually don’t because I myself am not a very put together kind of human on whom – supposedly – everything just falls into pieces and makes it into these perfect matching outfits.

My thoughts – apparently – don’t always connect either and at times I just wish I had a puppy.

As opposed to a full head-to-toe ensemble of the same colour or print. That just might show how much of a lunatic you are and that, my friend, might be very cool. You have to be a bit crazy to be able to carry this much matching. All pink, florals, stripes. If you feel sane, though, then you have just qualified for the matching by the book looks and you, most probably, have a puppy.

With me it’s either almost not at all or the whole thing all at once.

You know the joke?

The joke is on us, I’m telling you. It’s the world we live in that makes us wish for a puppy, but also the world we chose to live in and actually own a puppy and hold on to our thoughts. I don’t watch stuff that makes me angry, I don’t pay attention to annoying drivers when I drive and listen to the music I randomly bump into on the radio and sing like there is no tomorrow and anyway why help create even more drama when there’s enough already?

Everything Pharell said in a Vogue interview some time ago. Simple, nice and clean.

Why seeing people just because of being scared of being alone and talking about not-so-special kind of nothing? Doing nothing on my own sometimes feels more real than accompanied by the wrong kind of people. With the right people though, oh…

Anyway, this was about something else in the beginning. But don’t you see how the somethings connect in the end? Now you want a puppy? Our minds play by themselves or with us and we know we like to play. No matter the world. With or without the puppy.

Before wearing this I was almost sure of wearing head-to-toe black. Black does not count. Black is like running around naked to me. Which so cool. To me. But then all black and a black hat? I wouldn’t have made it onto the streets. You know when you wake up and you need a nap, but you also don’t ever nap? I can’t nap. I had to get out fast, so I needed something to wake me up.

The coffee didn’t do much and the hat had to stay, I was totally feeling it. It kinda circles my world and at times I want my world circled. It’s just like with sunglasses, I saw it in Big Daddy back when I was a kid. There, the kid was saying that whenever he wear shades he hides from the world outside or lives in his own world or something like that.

Somethings, again.

I think it’s similar with the hat, but the hat, though, you have to feel it! It’s not as easy as with the shades. Sunglasses and hat? Batman’s cape is on the house, friend!

Then I put on comfy, floral pants. Flowers and a straw hat? A black straw hat. Uhm, ok. Natural fabrics, organic things like straws and flowers and cotton. Only natural to want the shirt made of hemp, no? Only nature on myself. The slippers were there to make me feel like almost barefoot because barefoot is, well, a thing to me.

Just as focusing and distracting at the same time are.

Even the bag is 100 %cotton. I am telling you, on a cloudy day, an outfit made out of natural stuff, stuff that match in good fabrics and especially stuff you love to wear will make most of your clouds disappear. Just like with the world around the hat on your head.

A world in which a puppy comes to your door.

If George Michael Has Faith, We Should Have It, Too.

 

Have you ever asked yourself what music could you listen to day and night, not like on and on again, but – let’s say – like if I would wake you up on a Monday night at 3 a.m. and put some music for you and you wouldn’t – let’s say – throw the pillow at me?

You would, most probably, anyway, but still. What would it be?

I’ve been asking myself this for some time now just to see if the answer would be the same. And it is. George Michael all the way.

What is the first image of him that comes to mind? Your mind. Fast, fast, fast. First!

Exactly!

The cross earring, the biker jacket and that hair. Or would you have said just “the cross earring”? No, of course not. The image flashed a couple of seconds ago and it was it all. It was Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou a.k.a. George Michael, born in London to a Greek father and an English mother.

Not to mention those aviators and that look! Hey, but that’s just me and Father figure is one of my all time favourite songs. Flamenco dancing emoji.

Iconic.

He was so into singing that he didn’t care about what he wore – or at least he pretended not to – and kept on wearing the same style (!) which, eventually, turned into iconic. It was his music first! It was him first! Yet, that kind of style can only be pulled off by someone who enjoys fashion. And George does for sure. He is the only one to have had 5 supermodels in one video alone and take the day of the shooting off. That’s right. ⬇️

Freedom! Directed by David Fincher.

He had to show up in Too funky (directed by Thierry Mugler), though, just to show to the world what Beyonce’s bodysuit will look like twenty years later.

Faith not only became one of his greatest hits, but also Giorgios witnessed the birth of the 501, God bless that day!

The next song is now playing in my background and it is the proof that style must be sustained by something else. A whole lot of else. One more try.

But then there he is in an all leather. Fast love.

And in an all white. A different corner.

No, you are Amazing, George!

And you sang with Whitney and that is that!

Few men…

Isn’t there smth special about wearing sunglasses in winter? #firstworldproblems

Especially when there’s no sun outside. Nope, that’s Victoria. And that’s cool. But today is sunny and it’s January and it’s Monday. …ay!

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And yes, waking up at 6.30 was pretty difficult. But when you think of things that make you happy. The big ones are in your head always, but then there’s always the little ones. And it is (!) in the little things. It’s a song, a coffee, a smile, a ray, a kid, a bite, a hug, a picture. And I’m talking about the “at the office situation” here. Or a jump. Yup, literally.

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Don’t “Pf!” me now. “Try” me now. It rimed.

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You’ll look like this first.

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But theeeen!

oz beyonce

I can do it without the wind blower, Bey(oncé)!

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Get it together now.

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Look up!

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Smile!

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This is our house. These is our rules. We can’t stop. We won’t stop.

It’s our party, we can do what we want.

It’s our party, we can say what we want.

Otherwise:

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Myup!

oz funday