Aren’t girls doing their thing the sexiest?
A girl could be wearing a robe in the streets, if she wanted to, and look super sexy. While doing her thing. Wait, don’t judge (ever anyway), just imagine. Her face super pretty (make-up, no make-up, no make-up make-up), her hair fresh (done, undone), her skin glowing, her walk that feels like dancing… And all these from underneath a robe!
As opposed to forcefully, priorly, having thought of every detail. Not trying and doing her thing versus trying and not doing her thing. At all times.
It’s, always, about the style. It’s about the style before it is about the clothes. It’s about style before it is about fashion. Style is when one is comfortable in one’s own skin. Style is both timeless and invisible or is it, precisely, because it’s timeless that it’s invisible?
Style is like skin… The Skin I Live In is the translation for Pedro Almódovar’s La Piel Que Habito. It’s our skin that we live in all of the time, hello. The skin – body’s largest organ. Bonito, huh?
I fell asleep, the other night, watching a video of my four year old niece dancing. Her father (my brother) filmed her and her joy was mesmerising. Her, his. I slept so good.
This past week, I met girlfriends of mine. A different one almost every day of the week. The talks and moods were blissful, it was winter outside and we were all in our sweaters, covered by scarves, in our boots (and sneakers, oh, well), sipped tea, coffee or wine inside. It seemed so random. Now, I see that it wasn’t.
Most noteworthy among them all happens to be my mom. I just had an argument with her, but it only led us to us loving and appreciating each other even more, a possibility I wasn’t even aware of, but hey. Mom, I can’t love half way. I either love 1000% or I don’t at all. She didn’t put it into words like I did at the time, but she raised me like this without ever mentioning it as a thing or something and it is!
Love hard or get the f*ck out!
…is something I heard Chris Rock saying and it’s stuck with me.
The truth is sexy as f*ck. Observe the wordplay. The order of the words in the sentence. Mysterious. Words are sexy. Just as girls doing their thing are.
The girls in the picture. Man, do they dream or what?
Those who dream by day are cognisant of many things which escape those who dream only by night! is something Edgar Allan Poe said.
One is thinking her own thoughts in her own world, casually playing with her cool feet. One is taking our picture. One is sitting on her trench coat (or a long jacket or something). One is next to her backpack. One with long, luscious hair. One with a messy bun or pony tail. They seem to be holding hands even if, in fact, they are not.
It’s only now that the clothes they’re in come up. We can’t, totally, see them, yet we can feel the style they round up. Simple, sophisticated, relaxed, their own. a. Dark V-neck jumper, slim fit jeans, shoe-laced boots and a trench coat or a long jacket or something. b. Dark turtleneck, loose trousers, long socks, sneakers, a backpack and a camera.
Clothes are the cherries on top, are the honey in the black tea, are the good hair on a #goodhairday, are that secret smile only you know about, are your best friends when rushing out the door, are the reminders of your memories, are you!
Girls doing their thing and sharing love – without even realising it – is slick!
Imagine the whole three minutes of this. Inga was wearing her pajamas.