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.


A Denim Skirt A Girl

A denim skirt gets me straight to primary school. That is when I made an obsession for it, obsession that has been securely locked up somewhere in a box together with the books and essays of the time, box I didn’t think of opening anytime soon. (more…)

Time To Get Hot & Heavy About Coats & Jackets.


Long, short, puffy, belted, wooly, ruffled, tweedy, bouclé-tweedy, shearling-trimmed, double-breasted, single-breasted, padded, maxi, mini, prints, no prints. Everything is in when talking about outwear as long as you find the one that hugs you best.

Or the one that hangs on you best – thanks to Acne Studios – who do bring the news in the newsflash this fall and turn the jacket into the cherry on top. Literally. As we dress up and precisely before getting out, we throw the jacket on top just like we would with a cherry on a cake. Careful with the layers, the slippery chocolate mousse under the meringue, the vanilla flowing from the core. The mise en place!

So I refused to wear a coat or jacket for almost the whole fall so far, but since the wind the other days nearly took me to Wizard’s realm (it actually did hello!), I started to take wearing one into consideration. So I got them all out and had a look at. I don’t need a new one – pfew! – though you know how it is… You always have your eyes on one. For when it boils down to the that ridiculous price you are dreaming about.

Anyway, are you wearing a jacket? If so, don’t you sometimes find it way more complicated to throw it on yourself than to just lay a cherry on top of the cake? You finally know what to wear, what shoes to put on and then cold shows up and – boom! – you’re screwed, you have to stay at home.

Jk, of course. Go out and don’t wear one. Live a little.

Jk. There’s so many ways to find your inspiration from. I prefer playing with my (or anyone’s in the proximate vicinity) clothes and discover outfits to feel good and have fun in. Instagram. Street style. Or the designer fashion online. Not only you can find energising styling, but also the coat to drool over and stalk daily after safely putting on wishlist.

This is what I’ve learned about this fall/winter from rolling my eyes on net-a-porter + farfetch = the most fun combos, topshop and zara.

– we all say that white sneakers are out for the moment, but they are just so fucking perfect with everything (as seen on the aforementioned websites) that sometimes the freedom of getting out the door by just putting them on is well, you know it, f r e e d o m.

– cropped flared jeans are everywhere, which is great! The shoes won’t get dirty from the “flare” that tends to collect everything in the streets, the socks get to see the light and a radiator won’t be needed every time when trying to dry the wet long flared pants.

– obviously, dark colours rule as in they rule the dance floor since they are so many, yet we know which really do the dancing in a much smaller number. Wink.

– a trick when wearing a dark coloured coat is to have white – yup! – pants.

– a well cut and pretty loose pair of white pants are so cool in any weather.

– wide-leg pants in winter keep the flirty air from summertime.

– a monochromatic look under a coat looks not only put together, but also centred. Moreover, it elongates the figure.

Styling is very much like fine dining cuisine.
















































Who Run The World? Pineapples.


And we need to celebrate this. Or better yet, become pineapples! What? Oh come on, we know the drill, we know our imagination, we know we like to talk metaphorically here. It’s us! Come on, go to your room/bathroom or magically do it on the spot. Let’s do it together, in fact.

I already closed my eyes, have you closed yours?

If you still haven’t (hey!) it is for the better (only this time), because you get to see why we are so keen on becoming pineapples (luckily). Unless you hadn’t thought of it already, in which case comment below, write on Facebook or Instagram page or e-mail me, we have to be friends!


Now that we are both pineapples and we kinda rule the fashion scene, we get to coffee and chill and just talk and see how we got here. It all started very naturally. One pineapple here, one pineapple in our fridges (I can not believe that you don’t have any in your fridge right now), one pineapple there and, without any sort of fancy explanations, everyone wanted one. In our stomachs, on our t-shirts or desktops, in our bags casually flaunting its leaves. Because hey, it’s cool! and it is!

Why?, you would ask.

Because it is this weirdo, in the end, I would say. It had the guts to be different. Who knew? When it’s been here all along, with its unconventional shape, waxy leaves coming erectly just from the top of it, a shell that is not only rough, but so couture and all shaped and, as if these all weren’t enough, the inside of it tastes so unique and sweet. Jees, someone must have had a lot of fun making it.

And myself eating, you would say, since in a 100 gram serving, raw pineapples are an excellent source of manganese (44% DV) and vitamin C (58% DV) and it comes from Costa Rica, Philippines, Brazil, Thailand and India. This is too serious for you to say, but you probably read Wikipedia.

I, for instance, know that it’s good to eat it after meals. It burns fat.

And I also know that Candela Novembre has pineapples all over her Instagram, Leandra Medine wore some on MR‘s Topshop collab, sincerelyjules just wanted to have it on the floor, beside her, Vogue Paris put one on the bag (told you so).

You: I mean, think of “Pineapple Express“, which was named after a real cannabis strain.

I: Sweet. Dude. Sweet.

You: That’s another movie, girl!

And I would then kick you in the head with the freshest and coolest magazine in town, Celsius magazine. You wouldn’t get hurt, tho’, you have your crown on, remember? I covered the fashion and I had a lot of fun working for it.

It has a pineapple on the cover. You see the connection here, don’t you? Pineapple, magazine, fun, fashion, tasteful, healthy, cool, unique.

And you would say: Dude! Sweet!

But I have just read that grilled slices of pineapples can be used in a hamburger. Ladies and gentlemen, gtg!

By now you must have put your slippers on and are ready to go grocery shopping. Just stand tall, wear your crown and be sweet, because you are already stylish duh you have your slippers on.

Well, that is in case you forgot about our magic from above and have transformed back into a human being.

Of course you haven’t. Who does that?





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How Many Is Too Many?


Times you can wear an outfit or that one item you can not go not being noticed in.

I love wearing black and not giving “a fack” just as much as I love to wear pajamas (although to me it is kind of the same thing) and just as much as I love to wear the skirt I became completely in love with after persuading my mom into getting it. For herself. Put-your-hands-up-in-the-air blonde emoji if you’re with me.

What?, this is me innocently asking you.

So, how many times can you wear something over and over again? Well, as long as the something is worn differently each and every over and over again, then the answer is Indefinitely. As long as the something makes you feel like you’re going to party all night long, then Indefinitely af! It just has to make you feel. You don’t have to necessarily party all night long as long as you – at least – feel like partying inside all night long. Well, that’s the idealist in me talking. Wishing.

I am asking, I am answering. I am having fun.


This is the story.

I happily witnessed some very special friends of mine getting married on the 29th of December. Now. One could not wear one’s sweater to that. Nor one’s favourite pair of jeans. But one can wear one’s mom’s freshly-purchased-never-yet-worn skirt. And rock! Thx, mom!

Wink, wink.

First with heels. Then with the geese. Geese, goose, Golden Goose.

At the office. Before.

At the office. Before.

It was freezing.

At the town hall. Freezing. Serenely.


Towards Steam. After.

And I hugged the bride. And she hugged me. I love hugs.

And I hugged the bride. And she hugged me. I just love hugs.

And then the New Year’s Eve came. Wink, wink. And is it only me or is it you, too? I always have just a couple of minutes to figure out what to wear. But I guess I am a bit of a s&m who enjoys to put undue pressure on herself. Yourself? Oh well. The skirt was the first to come to mind. Only different. Wearing some flared black jeans underneath and some platforms (the most comfortable platforms ever) underneath it all.

Because it was a (great) party with friends and I had to rush to it and it was very late indeed, these pictures were taken some days after. Some? Yes. Don’t ever mix 5 types of alcohol. Ever! Wink.





Thank God a few weeks past just in time for another partey. The christening of friends’ baby. Very good! I knew what to wear. The skirt. Flamenco-dancing emoji. And man, it was b e a u t i f u l and I only had champagne. Chin-chin!







I don’t know whether it was the occasions, the people, the mood, the music, the energy or the skirt, but I had some wonderful moments that turned into memories wearing this skirt.

Until next time, skirt. Wink. Hug.


And this is how clothes become so much more than just clothes. This is what it is all about. With clothes.

It’s like with songs.


PS: the skirt is Topshop.

Happy feet forever

It started with this: oz mesmerising sandals

I was doing the research for one of the most fun styles I know (on the internet, of course) and bumped into the below. And it mesmerised me. My eyes suddenly shaped into hearts.


And then I start searching. For shoeeees. For sandaaaals. For some loooovin’ for my toes. When at a party, when at New Year’s, when at home getting it oooon. Happy mood. Happy feet.

Is it just me or when you have something you adore hugging your toes, ankles or heels you just feel like…  Aaaaaa! Coming from within your stomach while grinning as this smiley does: “:D”? Aaaaaa! You know what I mean? 😀 I certainly do. As do all who met me in summer wearing this.

oz happy feet

“Look, look!”, while dancing with my feet in your eyes. Almost literally. And then the perfect light came in and it was magic :D.  I bought these little bundles of joy from the kids department while shopping for my niece. And I’m a 38. Well, they will be yours someday, Natasha! I’ll have my part of fun until then. Oh yeah!

Back t0 now, now. It’s winter and I found these on internet. A girl can dream and keep her inner kid inside. For once in a while. Or for always.

The joy! Enjoy!

Gianvito Rossi

Gianvito Rossi

Gianvito Rossi

Gianvito Rossi





J. Crew

J. Crew

Giuseppe Zanotti

Giuseppe Zanotti

Isabel Marant

Isabel Marant

Isabel Marant

Isabel Marant

Paul Andrew

Paul Andrew

















Giuseppe Zanotti

Giuseppe Zanotti

Giambattista Valli

Giambattista Valli

Sergio Rossi

Sergio Rossi

Giuseppe Zanotti

Giuseppe Zanotti



Diane von Furstenberg

Diane von Furstenberg

Pierre Hardy

Pierre Hardy



Gianvito Rossi

Gianvito Rossi

Giuseppe Zanotti

Giuseppe Zanotti







Pictures via net-a-porter.com, zara.com, mytheresa.com, stylebop.com, asos.com, topshop.com, pinterest.

Written by Cristina Pavelescu