Walk That Walk!

February 23, 2018

So we (I know I) have been using this phrase for quite some time now. Walk that walk. Walk that walk automatically implies walking on your own planet and on your own planet you have a certain walk. Or to the silence. Or thoughts. Or feelings.

And then comes the style. In fact, 👆🏻 is style (to me). Once you take the time to observe your own planet, the style comes from within and then you’re just a walking planet with its own satellites and everything.

Yes, this is style (to me).

You get dressed for the day you are about to have or think about how you want your day to feel like and dress for it. Clothes are agents of mood change, I once read in a British Vogue. Sometimes you feel like you need the whole planet with you and take all of the stuff you want to wear on you. Other times, you just want to feel naked and a good t-shirt + good jeans (and genes) would do.

So, there’s a certain freedom to wearing your favourite from last summer (or freshly purchased) pair of sandals with socks in cold weather. Because it is chilly outside and because the higher you are in the clouds, the more real you become. You also like to spend some time on your own in the city, doing your own stuff. So you need your socks, you are not a poser. Or maybe you don’t need the socks because you are never cold, you are some sort of cold creature and that’s ok, too, as long as you’re not a poser.

You are you.

And then you put on a pair of pants that you obviously love and maybe even a woollen-that-feels-nice-on-skin dress you throw on top, a jacket you must have obsessed about some time ago and still are in love with. You just had a bath before going out and you spent a good amount of time on making your hair feel like you just hadn’t. Because you like the ease, but you also like the beautiful. Your kind of beautiful.

You have your backpack with some stuff that you might need in case you magically and unexpectedly drive somewhere after a long day and you might need your hands cream, you know?

And, man, you dropped by your favourite coffee shop or whatever to get the coffee that feels so right on your lips and everything. For you.

Your shades.

This is Mary-Kate Olsen, btw, in the picture, so you see how not the face or even notoriety makes everything out of someone? It’s the swag. Your own individual planet.

Our universe.


PS: the face helps, though. A lot. And that will be another story.

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Hey, this is Cristina Pavelescu wearing a music cassette sweater, decoding (life) style and writing from wherever, yet always living in OZ, a world I invite you into. To smile in front of our screens (and live one day), put any kind of questions, answer in writing (or imagination) and marvel at fashion which is, in fact, style.


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