One Of My Favourite (!) Combos Lately And Ever

February 12, 2019

Just as good as Créme glacée à la vanille avec noix de pécan et à la souce caramel (caramel sauce, not just caramel) is. To me, in winter, it is, oui!

It was early in the morning that I left home and Lovesick was playing in my headphones.

 Who would have thought that I would have ever become a KENZO lover? Our romance started with the h&m x KENZO collection three years ago and (and!) the (pretty many) pieces (one would get from a collection that is supposed to be “in fashion” one month only, not even one season) somehow have stuck with me ever since. They actually seem to get better in time because they just do. It was love at first sight without myself carrying, at the time, that much about the collaboration “everyone was talking about”. I didn’t even know KENZO is Paris based or anything.

– So what if it is?
– Mais, je ne sais pas, c’est Paris, c’est tout.

I just loved how they were made; the fabric, the colours, the textures, the nature, the animals, volumes, everything. I even got a men’s sweater. For myself. It’s that good. Still.

Créme glacée à la vanille avec noix de pécan and stuff…

KENZO is a French luxury fashion house founded in 1970 by Japanese designer Kenzo Takada. Kenzo Takada was born in Japan and moved to Paris in 1964 to start his fashion career. He then became known for using Asian and Japanese influenced style with the expert construction of European high fashion. Started out with a ‘Jungle Jap’ boutique located in Paris, decorated in jungle inspired decor. Began with handmade women’s clothing, then in 1983, started designing for men, kids and then home collections in 1987. Today, it is an international luxury goods brand owned by parent company LVMH, that purchased the label in 1993, according to Wikipedia.

 These pants in particular, ooh. The joy! It’s not that often that I wear them, but would wear daily! It’s something in their movement. Aaand they are so soft and… Smooth! While being pretty flashy, yet so down to earth. Literally. They feel like wearing a teddy bear on each of my feet. Just imagine it. I used to grab my brother’s feet, one at a time, each time he (1) wouldn’t do something with me or (2) I just wanted to have fun with him. When I was 7, let’s say, and he was 17. And he would, (apparently) annoyed, carry me on one of his feet through the house and I remember I kind of used to enjoy it. Jees.



🍒🍒 Ouias! 🍒🍒

By 11 a.m. Lucky started to play between my ears.

I felt lucky throughout the day.

And danced between my ears.

You feel me?
What do you feel?

 The Adidas (some special sort of Adi Dassler – one of the Adidas founders – collection) hoodie is an item I literally feel like home in. Like carrying my home with me all around, with my music, scent and everything. I might be walking tall and all, but inside I am snuggling af.

A crisp white t-shrit is ALWAYS forever.


The Hugo Boss jacket I got for my mom as a Christmas present years ago is an exchange for a jacket of mine I did with mom. I always smile when I remember of the subtle deal we did. The prints would not, theoretically, work together, yet there’s something about their forms and colours that make them ride the same wave.

The Nikes are one of the most tender (yup) kinds of shoes I have been indulging (yup) in lately. There’s just something about this particular model and they feel like FOREVER always.

The suede Mango bag is… Suede. The Nikes are, too, and they somehow communicate. Moreover, its colour – nature’s sort of brown – feels like some sort of playground for the zebra pants.

I have to admit that a high bun means a lot to this combo. So does a high spirit.

It was a different kind of story with the hair down and bouncy on the Friday before.

It implied a different kind of upper (body) styling.

By night, the music in my car got to Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters. Only for a short while and for the love of the LED Starburst filter on Insta Story. Or something.

 I can not (do not want to) ever (have to) decide between vanilla or chocolate ice-cream. It’s vanilla today, it might as well be chocolate tomorrow. Or raspberries. What? Oui!

This kind of outfits is one of the reasons I love winter, too. It challenges us and makes us fall in love with snow when it snows. When it doesn’t… Well… Find yourself some va-va-voom pants and you’ll not only feel lovesick, but lucky also. Or vice versa. Or have some ice-cream. Have some ice-cream after having found your va-va-voom pants.

🍒🍒 Ouias! 🍒🍒

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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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