Ready Or Not, Here I Come

March 21, 2019

You can’t hide, gonna find you and take it slowly is both a lyric and what my five and four year old nieces and I would say when playing hide-and-seek. Hide is whatever, but seek spelled differently – sick – is what I would call style that makes myself myself. Sick is a word that’s been sticking around for some time thanks to some artists I’ve been listening to lately. Sick, stick, some, some, Solange, Stay Flo.

Stories are an important source of cultural learning that help us make sense of the world is something I’d read the other day, in the book I’m reading, at the moment, called Contagious, by Jonah Berger. Stories are what Saturday evenings are about and, there’s no rule, really, stories don’t have to be mind blowing in order to make it into the universal catalogue of stories, although they do. That’s a thought I like. Sometimes, a story happens, seems simple, genuine and, boom, suddenly or after a while, the story blows our minds.

I was in my pajamas, while also in a conversation on the phone, with my friend, Elena, in her pajamas, as well. We decided on being ready in ten minutes to get out and do one of our about town things. I wish we’d taken a picture together. It’s so interesting how we, each, came up with what was on that particular Saturday night an outfit that made us feel sick, in the nicest way possible, bien sûr. We met, we hugged big time, like we do. Natural. Us and the clothes that feel natural to us. 

It’s possible for this to happen in every minute of our lives, everything is possible, so, of course, it just requires attention.

Vibes and clothes.

1. I knew I wanted to wear the culottes I draw, a few weeks ago, had them made and see what they feel like; the cut, the fabric, the flo. They’re made from corduroy and their name is ULTRAmarine Corduroy Culottes from the Party Like There’s No Tomorrow Collection. I love them; versatility, feel, ease, pockets, cut, details.

2. Elena and I decided on no heels. My black and off-white Golden Goose sneakers were my got-to, for the night. They’d made quite a pair, in my mind.

3. And a pair of Topshop socks I really like. They feature some glittery stripes, so… Yeah.

4. We had no idea where the night, in March, was going to take us, so I thought of the long sleeve, white and marine striped top that is appropriate for almost any kind of situations. Plus, it kept me warm, under the ultra marine, from the Marni collection for h&m, jacket I wear too rarely. The laque, cotton, details, pockets and weird, but cool Marni fit, m, m, mmm!

5. I was with Elena, the one time I entered Zara, in the last year, and I got myself this beaded bag I‘m very fond of, in a chill kinda way. A bit bohemian, a bit rock, a bit disco, it’s the colours in it. The sparkles of it.

6. The hair is 50% of it all. Or 40, even 30% here. What am I doing here? A high bun would’ve been just as fun. No, it’s still 50%, I admit. Or more. Stay flo.

The idea is to only put stuff you really like on, mix them in your own va-va-voom way, fly or go flo. Fit, fly, flo, feel.

The story of one putting clothes on one’s body is one heaven of a story, filled with emotions, most of the times. Decisions start to be made, the instant one gets out the door, only to make the clothes one put on oneself become part of the stories one choses for oneself. Stories are an important source of cultural learning that help us make sense of the world. Help us make sense of ourselves, first.

Actually, the story of one putting clothes on one’s body is a healthy habit to make one aware of what one has on. It is a form of expression, let’s not forget. Or a form of playing. Or a form of hiding. Hide-and-seek is what we started with.

Elena, imagine us doing this, all over again. Yes, Elena, this is how I’m suggesting it and I bet you’re smiling and you bet I feel like hugging. I bet you do, too. Somebody stop me. Jk.

There’s this Weekend Update: Pete Davidson on Colin Kaepernick on SNL that made me laugh. Js. Just saying.

Not many things blew our minds, that Saturday night, quite as much as our conversation did, on the Uber back home, at 4 a.m. Just in time for beautiful stories to be written, on Sunday. Sunday mornings have some sort of sparkle, too.

I used to listen to Fugees’ Ready Or Not, back in childhood. And watch the video, whenever it was on. Glued to the tv, obviously.

I still do.

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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