Pajamas and the idea of pajamas solely has always ignited something in me. The word ‘pajamas’ itself turns on, each time I hear or think of it, a small light bulb in my mind and it is always accompanied by a cool snap of fingers. Not a crack of fingers, but a sexy snap of fingers.
Pajamas imply a certain sort of circumstances. One never wears pajamas in a place one doesn’t like, metaphorically rather than literally speaking. Although, one might want to wear one’s favourite pajamas precisely when the circumstances are not idilic and decides on feeling great and, hence, wears the pajamas to be in the mood that one knows pajamas have the power to put one in. When one really likes the way one feels in a specific environment, say home, then it’s even more so. It is the most, however, when you wear the pajamas you usually wear at home somewhere you don’t even feel like sleeping because you are that excited, but, eventually, you do fall asleep so calmly and dream beautifully! Somewhere, yes, that, too, but when it’s with someone you really like – should we say love? Definitely! – then you’re in for a rollercoaster ride. Can you see the fireworks? Chris Rock once said on Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee: I say everything’s about the company. A gourmet meal with an asshole is a horrible meal. A hot dog with an interesting person is an amazing meal. When it’s both a gourmet meal and an interesting person, then home is home wherever and the pajamas are a mere bridge towards intimacy. Obviously, the pajamas are not mandatory for the intimacy to arise, but once the pajamas are on, you are on! All buckled up. Pajamas, intimacy, tomato, tomato. Real intimacy is rare (but so is a fabulous pajama). It leads to connection. A connection in fabulous pajamas… Thcin-tchin to that!
This is where the question how much of ourselves is it alright to let people see? comes in. I believe in the more the better, but is this too much for many people? When you’re in the presence of someone who’s really themselves, it’s infectious and you either like it, hop on the rollercoaster, keep up and watch the fireworks together – big ones, small ones, it really doesn’t matter, hey! – or you like it, but trick yourself into believing that rollercoasters are not your thing and you watch the fireworks from afar because fear tells you so and, moreover, try to, sometimes, hurt the people on rollercoasters, instead. But that’s the thing with rollercoasters, no one can touch you when you’re on it and no one can stop the fireworks from lighting up the sky.
To get on a rollercoaster implies both a particular discipline and a love – invariably – for the journey to the destination. It’s the same with working out. I’m not its biggest fan, but of its effect it is possible that I am, yes. That’s why I adore dancing. And oxytocin. Sunshine on my face. Air. Discipline comes with persistency and responsibility. And we thought we were only hopping on a rollercoaster here. Oh, but when you do and you feel not only the adrenaline, but also the endorphins and, in the most movies like script, oxytocin! And I believe anyone can hop on the rollercoaster, it’s a sort of freedom from the heart that comes with it, it grabs you by the hand and says Come on!. To keep the mood, once off the rollercoaster, is not the easiest, but, obviously, is not impossible. Maybe not necessarily screaming at the top of your lungs or laughing uncontrollably out loud, but very similar to that. Calm. Easy. Similar to the seconds you’re suspended in the air. Air. Similar. The truth is that when you get off of it and you feel you’re Batman, the feeling stays within you, you still want to be Batman! By the way, do you know where bats live on this planet? In the Maldives. Not bad, huh? I saw them with my own eyes a year ago – no one had ever told me anything about bats when talking about the Maldives, nor had I ever seen or heard of any reference whatsoever in movies, music or books – flying so beautifully and peacefully, day and night, everywhere around the jungle, their home. Fun fact! On the flight from Istanbul to Male it was – drum roll – Batman that I chose to watch. Of all the movies in the world! And I thought I was only choosing a movie. Tim Burton’s ’89 Batman with Michael Keaton, Jack Nicholson and Kim Basinger.
Who would have ever thought that it is the Maldives where Batman’s home is? The truth is that the Maldives look and feel like the opposite of everything Gotham looks like and stands for. There is pleasure in doing something you love. Or living somewhere you love. Or both.
We all know what Batman’s mission is. Passion is called passion for a reason, it draws people in a manner that they don’t even wonder why, it just does, and it puts us all on the journey towards the mission in our life. The journey is what makes one kind and the more people become aware of it, the better the world becomes, it is only natural. It’s the state of pleasure that I slip into and gets me to explore creativity in whatever sparks the most in the moment. Writing this right now is part of my journey. Yourself reading this is part of yours. A wave comes and gently carries us away into dancing, into meditation. Into singing at the top of my lungs when I don’t drive and am in the passenger’s seat and the driver widely opens his eyes, yet by second ten, is in the mix and we have a moment, we laugh, I even pass the mic and we completely forget the world (as Snow Patrol in Chasing Cars would say). These moments happen when they happen or they just don’t, newsflash. Oh, but when they do and I’m driving and am alone in the car or with someone who doesn’t get scared when the Gaga in me takes over!
One of the most vivid, to the day, memory as such is on the way home from a long weekend in Istanbul, with three friends, one late September many years ago. I’m driving, Alex and Andreea sleep in the back due to a very bad (and sudden) cold, Bogdan, in the passengers’ seat, seems to worry a tiny bit in the beginning because of my relaxed gig. This rhymes and Bogdan, gradually, forgets the world. The car I’ve had for a very long time due to the chemistry we share, has no new technology whatsoever, so music is consumed in a genuine way. I still love CDs. So, the Pulp Fiction soundtrack is in and we sing and dance in a way that we have no clue of the memory this moment would, eventually, turn to. Rhyming again? We are free. Bogdan, I will make you read this or maybe you’d have read this yourself and you’d only wink at me when you’d send me the video (you promised you’d find) of us both enjoying the ride like there was no tomorrow.
Singing at the top of my lungs, but on the inside and somewhere on another planet, in our family car, but on the backseat, was something I did very often as a child. I used to, actually, sit on the small hill of the car floor between the backseats. I could see more, just like the grownups in front could, and have easy access to the radio and the CD player. A particular moment has forever stuck with me. It was during a family road trip to the South of France in the Summer of the year 2000 that I heard Baz Luhrmann’s Sunscreen for the first time in my life. We were in the capital of Andorra, in fact, because we thought of going to Barcelona also and it’s a good thing that we did. It was there and then that my dad, mom, brother and I drove in a Burger King at night ever together. We never had fast food at home or outside of it really, I even used to sing the song in the commercial (McDonald’s is always waiting for you or something) and nada. The thrill of an innocent McDonald’s from time to time is still very much in me and my mind still throws a little party whenever I get to share one with someone fun. Same with whenever I hear Sunscreen.
It was a beautiful workday morning in Andorra La Vella. The light on the narrow streets coming right through the windows of our car, the warmth, the love and this particular song (of all the songs in the world) on the radio have all, ever since, remained in a corner of my heart. I remember being excited both for the trip and for the life ahead of me. Somehow, right then and there, those lyrics did something to me, I now come to realise. It’s the little things that really shape you up. Slowly, but surely. My beliefs from back then are still my beliefs. The core. Hardcore. Softcore. I am very fortunate and grateful to have grown up doing the things I liked, whether it’s hobbies or jobs we’re talking about. I enjoy keeping my spirit and interest up. I love to write, so I worked to get the highest degree at it in every school out of love for it. I love hair, so I work on understanding it. I love adrenaline, so I worked in television and I did windows’ styling. I love fashion design, so I worked with a fashion designer. I love style in fashion and style is in anything, really, so I’m in a continuous awe of it. I love home, so I had the most fun making my home my home. I’m always looking for inspiration and, therefore, choosing not to waste time on bullshit. I just know that no matter what I do, I love. Easily. I put my entire soul in it. As romantic as I have imagined it. Wether it’s about my family, relationships, best friends, hobbies, work or the relationship with myself. The latter is the most important of them all and I was so enthused to read about it in Diane Von Furstenberg’s The Woman I Wanted To Be on a long flight a long time ago or in Clarissa Pinkola’s Women Who Run With the Wolves last Summer or to observe it in my mom. I also learned, a while ago, that everything happens for a reason. When people show you who they are, believe them the first time. Live your life from a point of view of truth and you will survive everything.
So, I try as much as I can to go with the flow (magically got through a series of mysterious events to acting classes and absofuckinglutely loved it), fight for what I believe in and do my best at being the change that I want to see in the world. I also laugh at myself for putting crucial information in brackets.
Our meaning in life evolves along with us. It, sometimes, takes time to figure out the answers that, most often – Surprise! – come when we least expect them to. At other times, we have them in our face. This is, probably, why I am so curious about everything: love, movies, feelings, books, rollercoasters, places, food, lyrics, art, role models. They all make the journey so interesting, we’d better relax into the not knowing the end of it.
Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo and Juliet is still one of my all time favourite movies. The mix of so many magnificent things in it swept me off my feet and twisted my brain, at eleven, in such a manner that I knew I wanted to be part of something fascinating for the love of it. Participate in the creation of it in order to bring more fascination into the world in any way that feels natural and sparkling at once. La La Land is playing (for the 20th times maybe) in the background as I’m writing this and thank God I am out of the loop of love stories where lovers don’t end up together, because I play forever, as Jay-Z would put it. La La Land is only on until the tone of the music changes, obviously. I had to learn to manage the enormous amount of empathy – as a person, you should be practicing empathy all the time, anyway – and let the flow of happy ending romcoms fill my home: Notting Hill, The Holiday, No Strings Attached, Burnt, The Notebook, Something’s Gotta Give, What Happens in Vegas, The Mirror Has Two Faces, Crazy Stupid Love, Wedding Crashers, Call Me By Your Name (minus the ending), How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days etc.
It has been a rollercoaster ride with dreams achieved, dreams shattered, relationships broken, a lot of hurt, but oh, loads of happiness and bliss to remember forever. Major contracts that I had to say no to, the time to recover from it and tighten up real ties, sparks of love throughout, Vogue, tough relationships and I wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for them all and them all making me write frantically throughout since forever. Given the fact that I mix them all with anything art related, they are mostly ideas about anything from feelings to relationships to meanings to creativity to pleasure to calmness to craziness to originality to design to shows ideas to cover letters to letters to lyrics to melodies to films to studying and to them all intertwining.
The Fireworks & Rollercoasters pajamas collections is the fourth fashion collection I made, it is a capsule collection and its story just flows. It was during the time I was working on a huge project – that never happened because of the values that came out of me just like Gaga does in the car and in a deep and rapid discussion with mom decided on not going further with it – that I saw this not-that-white fabric. It was in a warehouse – where I was researching the shit out of every possibility to succeed in achieving the best for the company involved – that the idea of what I was going to do with the fabric came. Pajamas. Fabulous pajamas. I have always been a sensation based and instinct driven human being.
A friend, once, told me that ‘I can be so easily impressed’. I told him the problem is, in fact, that I can’t. Telepathy is what I need to be impressed. A blessing, not a curse. I only found it out myself the moment I, totally unfiltered, opened my mouth and replied to him so calmly. Impressing (both incoming and outgoing) might sometimes be very easily mistaken for truth, but you know how these type of friends are. Called ex boyfriends. Nothing wrong with ex boyfriends. I loved them and I showed them, as The Marvellous Mrs. Maisel would say. One doesn’t need to even think of impressing, one might, although, sharpen one’s senses to feel the telepathy.
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. On love, The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran
The process of making the Fireworks & Rollercoasters pajamas in large amounts, within a factory, is a whole other story, because this specific capsule collection, apparently, is meant to be made only by the seamstress I have been working with for many years. It doesn’t have the feel of a factory, it has the feel of a very dedicated woman sewing them and myself taking care of every detail in it. I won’t take you on this precise rollercoaster ride called creation process, but I will tell you that my intention along the way is for you to, instantaneously, feel fabulous the second you put the pajama on and look in the mirror. I have tried it on me on several occasions and it works! At home or on a groovy trip with a close friend. Or at your neighbour’s 1 a.m. gather together; I was at home, in my bed, studying on my laptop – because I am the happiest when I’m learning – one Saturday evening when I replied to my friend’s message to come over with Ok, but I’m coming as I am, in my pajamas. The moment I entered his house, a friend said Yeah, well, she says she’s only wearing her pajamas and then she comes looking like this. It felt good. The only thing I can say I did about my look, though, was taking a long bath prior to me getting in bed and studying, so my hair looked good and the no. 3 + no. 4 below sparked. But you know it’s never about the fashion, it’s the attitude that comes along with or without it.
- F*ck Yeah Robe (Getting out of the bathroom before getting into bed at night or out of the bed into the bathroom in the morning)
- Mhm Dress (I am officially… In bed. Or. Awake)
- I’m On It (Wouldn’t it be nice to always fall asleep with this thought? And then wake up in it?) Blouse
- You Bet I Am On It (Wouldn’t it be nice to always fall asleep with this thought? And then wake up in it?) Trousers
- I’m On It And I’m In This House In The Bahamas Now (For Anytime) Blouse
- I’m On It And You Bet I’m In This House In The Bahamas Now (You Bet Anytime) Trousers
- Hey Panties
- Arrivederci Mask
I hadn’t met Oana, yet. She took most of the pictures. When I thought of talking to her to help me get what I wanted from the shoot of the pajamas, I had only seen four pictures she took on my neighbour’s wall and thought Hm, interesting and hadn’t thought at all that she hadn’t, in fact, been on a shoot before. I only cared about the passion, so I started talking with her on the phone and telling her about my vision. The reference I gave Oana was Franca: Chaos and Creation (2016), the documentary. Franca Sozzani is one of my heroes. Now I understand I did that to introduce her into this world I have been virtually in since forever, so she gets as fast as possible – from the best – the point I wanted, with pleasure, to hit. I believe she did and I believe in finding pleasure through work when it’s the work you like. Everything took place at home, I knew exactly the angles where I wanted the pictures to be taken in and the shoot morphed into this ode to home. Home is home. Is home, is home.
Then a friend who’s also passionate about photography came and take a few more shots. And, then, the neighbour turned friend – whose also in the field – came and boom, it felt like a real shooting with friends, fun vibes and a whole lotta dedication.
I wanted the pajamas to make you feel at home no matter where you are. Home makes you shine just as much as being in the space would, I dare to dream. So when you are in the pajamas and you are about to go to bed at night or make the most delicious, yet light, easy and simple breakfast in the morning or, frankly, do whatever it is you want to do, ladies, please watch and listen carefully to the video below.
The next level would be to have music and a movie playing at once while I’m writing. Luckily, I am obsessed with paying attention and the two of them at once would probably feel like needing an additional me. What? Hi, hello, good morning, does anyone else’s brain exhaust them this evening?
I almost all the time listen to music, music I love. The critical moment in the movie came, so here I am, bumping into a live performance, because I am a fan of live amazing things. Live, read differently, means to live and I adore how the magic of whatever this is that is happening here is happening. A live [performance] read and spelled differently means alive and alive is… Everything. I believe in everything connecting just as much as I believe in a connection. I haven’t seen this performance in a while and there was a time when I obsessed with it and now I know why. I have just watched it the fourth time and then another second half of it in a row. Just like when you really like a specific type of chocolate you’d bumped into, also known as someone you really like and can’t get enough of. So, what I wish for you, ladies, is to feel exactly what this video makes you feel while you get up straight in front of the screen and, without even realising, dance each time you get in these pajamas.
I know I do every time I’m in them and, then, straight away into the mood. It is what I thought of the moment I saw the fabric and, in an instant, knew what I wanted for it to do for you.
It’s a whole thing with this collection. The fabric is limited, we can only make a couple dozens of it, but that’s what I came to like a lot about it. It’s it, the s*it, and it’s the story behind it. The fabric was only made once, it is from a warehouse that saves gorgeous fabrics from around the world from factories that dispose them, so no one really thinks of buying them for business. No one except me, it seems. Limited edition, I must have said to myself at the time. I was excited to save it, to buy it all and have the idea of what to do with it, all at once, in the moment. Make something out of it that would make someone happy. What I, later, found out was something that fascinated me further more instead of having scared me. The fabric, as you see it, is only paper crisp once. It’s 50% cotton (which I chose to put on the inside for the cozy feel), 50% silk (which I chose to put on the outside for the fabulous effect) and this combination makes it crease in a way that I absolutely love when clothes manage to. Why? It becomes your own and nobody else’s. It becomes about you, how you deal with it, how you take care of it, how you wear it, how you choose to feel in it and the memories you gather in it. And then, I am sure that not one Fireworks & Rollercoasters pajama will ever look like any other Fireworks & Rollercoasters pajama out there and there’s something that I really like about it. Every piece of it becomes unique just like guess who is! Most people would exclude making pajamas out of this kind of fabric. But there is someone who only thought of the extraordinary factor in someone wearing distinctly designed pajamas made from this particular fabric when, for the first time, saw it.
And this is how we don’t go to bed but have a party at home right before going to bed. A good state to fall asleep in.
It’s important to find your pajamas, to feel your very best in it, then undress and feel the same (better!) in your own skin. This is where the sexy snap of fingers comes in and the fingers, then, are pointing towards you. Ideally, it is that special someone in the rollercoaster with you, sexy snapping at you. And you thought it’s about the pajamas only. They are not called Fireworks & Rollercoasters for nothing and you’ve been warned about the fireworks and the moments that take our breath away. We are on a rollercoaster, anyway.
You know what it feels like (for a girl, Madonna would say) when you bump up your head against something and what I really mean is knock your fist with intense surprise against the table or the kitchen counter the moment you take a bite of something that gives you instant pleasure from the first second you taste it, keeps on growing on you and, in a matter of another couple of seconds, completely takes over your body and mind, your eyes tightly close and when you open them, you feel like you’ve just traveled into space or had an orgasm? Synchronised orgasm while making love (love, yes, love) is as fabulous as sharing the bite of the something from above is.
I guess this is my cue to make pajamas for men also.
Dear men, let a girl breathe for a second and completely enjoy the joy after an orgasm. Think of yourself, what do you feel like the instant right after yours? A thing or two I know from a friend or two. I am sure you care a lot about her orgasm, too, don’t you? Men, women, same, just take care. Winkey face, ladies. And gentlemen. I know a thing or two straight from two real men and born humanists: my dad and brother.
Now get in your pajamas. Or out of them.
A message just drops on my Whatsapp and it’s from a friend whose wedding I’d, recently, been at. My gift for her was a suit from my second collection, Party Like There’s No Tomorrow, that I instantly thought of the moment she invited me. So today I tried on the suit from you. Initially, I thought to myself that the trousers are too large. But, man, then I put the top on top and I’m festive! They immediately give you a mood, these clothes! I’m waiting for the event to wear them. It’s a superb gift, unforgettable, unique. Can’t wait to wear them.
Follow your passion first. Life is spectacular. It’s like a dream. Now screaaaaaam.
Christmas brings us together just like a miracle can do. Intimate, over the dinner table, yet connecting us together as a human kind, on the most lush planet in the universe, is what we, from the world of Oz, mean even more. It snows here and the music is playing throughout. While toasting to health and happiness, we can see you and us saying ‘thank you’, looking into each other’s eyes and living completely in the present moment. Present also stands for gift. Gift also stands for talent and we are all gifted with talent. Isn’t that magical?
We know what Christmas day feels like and if you know someone who doesn’t, let’s help them to. Shakespeare said that ‘journeys end in lovers meeting’. We believe that ‘journeys are lit up by fireworks in lovers meeting’ and dare to dream that Shakespeare might actually like it now, four hundred years later. What do you believe in?
This might not be the card you would have expected for Christmas, yet we wish you to enjoy the unexpected and see your dreams coming true in 2022. It rhymes.
Life looks a lot like poetry and poetry is forever.
Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year!
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