Blue Jeans And Genes

September 22, 2015

This is a story about blue jeans, a story I carry around with me, every time I wear them, and I wear them a lot.

The coffee is just an excuse. For you to stop at your favourite coffee shop. For you to have a couple of minutes just for you and your coffee, for that first sniff, first taste, first sip, and the second one, the third and so on. And on. For you to party more. Harder. Or to play. Work hard, play hard is what they say.

Or to take pictures, or have your friend do it for you. Yay! In other words, it’s simply the best! When the coffee is. The best!


Hello there!

My name is Cristina Pavelescu and I saved these blue jeans from the pile of clothes my mom had prepared to give away. A day hasn’t gone by since without the jeans thanking me and myself thinking about how happy I am to wear them and, so, myself thanking them back. Oui, I am. When I wear them, I feel like I wear all of my memories in them. But, most of all, I feel my mom’s vibe in them, from before she’d even thought of giving them away.

In fact, I remind my mom so much of her memories when she sees me wearing them, that she wants to, at times, borrow them from me. Ha! The subtle, can’t-really-hide smile sparkles her face and I know. I just know. You know?


But where were we? Oui, coffee. Right. Coffee.


Update a vintage piece with a fresh piece, but it’s not only about that. It’s never about just one rule or any rule and this is what Oz in Paris is all about! The disco sandals make up their own dance floor wherever they take you and you take them, the jeans always have their back. The bright, orange stripped tee brings in the holiday thingy-thing without anyone saying anything about any holiday (it’s all about working now, but imagine what all these could do on an actual holiday, I must’ve imagined it all in a glance since this is my stance, hello!). The classic Wayfarers are classic and a touch of classic brings class. You’re welcome. The locket of a girl and boy kissing turns this whole thing into a romantic story and this is how we all live happily ever after. Coffee anyone?

It was the excuse we started with, remember? You don’t? Then you, desperately, need a good coffee that would make your brain fit you better than your favourite sweater.


In your mailbox would be ideal, yet in your e-mail is pretty close, yay!
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