Summer In The Elevator Or Life On The Couch

September 19, 2018

 What did you do this summer? The end of the summer resembles the end of the year, doesn’t it? How was your summer. How was your year? I felt a lump in my throat, on the 31st of August, but it quickly went away when Hey, a friend asked, what are we doing for New Year’s Eve?

This summer, without really planning on it, I discovered myself (discovered, rediscovered, big words is what I mean, yes, yes), even more, through concerts, loads of people I met, entrepreneurship, Bali, books, the mountains, articles, music, festivals, road trips, the beach, friends, movies, fun, loads of time on my own. You live most of the time inside of your head, make sure it’s a nice place to be resembles You live most of the time dressed, make sure you feel what you’re dressed in, or Are you comfortable on your couch when it’s just you and your couch?, or is it just me?


This summer, I felt like living inside my pajamas the most, stylistically speaking, of course, and the couch was the nice place to be.


The couch is like a barometer to me. While a barometer is used to measure atmospheric pressure, I use the couch to sense the humanity in someone. When I meet someone – the friend of a friend at a party, people in the meeting I’m about to work with, a friend of a friend in a club, a man approaching me, in a restaurant – without wanting to, somewhere inside my subconscious, a question arises whether this human being in front of me looks and talks as this human being does on this human being’s couch, at home. Of course, filters, gestures and expressions, adapted to nowadays’ society, do show up, but it’s the fraction of the second a natural spark shows up or not, too. It’s OK if it does, it’s OK if it doesn’t.

The naturalness you sink into your couch, on a Saturday morning…

It’s not about liking someone or not, we don’t have breakfast with everyone we meet. Liking is… Only God Knows! Is about that drop of magic we all have, hello, and who doesn’t like magic, hello?

Just when I thought I’d found that something this summer, it’s style that we’re talking about here, fall came and, so, I keep on reminding myself not to forget to put long sleeves or trousers on, while looking into my closet and thinking Oh, I feel like changing something. I’m not giving up on everything I have, but I’m, rather, inserting things that make me dance a new dance, into everything. Why? I entered a new chapter, again. I’d like to mark it somehow.

Style marks both the eras we read about in books and the eras in our lives. Just like frames that frame moments do. It’s interesting to observe myself, from a distance, at times, and remember why I, obsessively, wore a jacket, dress, someone’s trousers or some heels. It’s interesting to notice, also, that specific something I seem to not give up on, no matter what. Luckily, I don’t want to, it’s that specific something that’s at the base of me.

We each have a specific smell and we don’t even mean smell only when we say specific. Or do we?

2011. An ex boyfriend once asked me Can’t you just dress like all the girls do?, as we were arriving at a party. I wanted to cry for a second, but throw a little party for myself, too. I’m smiling now. Grinning. I was wearing his jeans then, I loved them and I know I would’ve been thrilled, if I were him. The funny thing is that I know he was thrilled, too, but he was also too annoyed by it to say anything, you know? Jees. Funny, funny. I know now and I knew then. Then, however, it would’ve been too big of a turn off for me to put it on the coffee table, in front of the couch, for everyone to see. I preffered to not see it, too. Jees. Funny, funny, told you.

2016. Do you feel good in this dress?, the next ex-boyfriend asked me, when we got to the seafront restaurant. I was feeling a specific something that involved collarbones, ooh, and we loved each other. In different ways, I came to understand. Love can have multiple forms. We still love each other, but separately, thank goodness. Definitely differently. My different involved courage, yay. I threw another party, in my soul, again. For the courage to be myself, no matter what.

My specific something, their specific something. I, often, ask for opinions, yes, in an era where opinions are expressed without our asking, all over the place. It’s important to me, however, to know my opinion, every time, in the first place. It comes from intuition and it’s fascinating to play with it. Literally, not metaphorically, when it involves fire. Did I just say literally? Intuition always knows what state I’m in – bohemian, rock, home wear, chaos, minimal, disco, playful – and what’s tune I’m dancing to. It has its own Shazam. Aw.

I’m not saying it’s all about clothes first, hello! At all. It’s about those simple, little, little, little things you don’t pay attention to from the start, but are like little, little, little cartoon characters that scream and jump around, hoping for you to sense, hear and see them.

A time, eventually, comes and you sense, hear and see them. And you think about you, about taking responsibility, about them taking responsibility or not and so on.

Do you believe people change? I believe people evolve if they want and want to work at it, extend, dream, throw their hands in the air, take the necessary steps and I believe in people’s specific something that’s at the base of people, regardless of clothes, hair or relationships. It’s the character. It’s chaos and chaos is both the formless matter supposed to have existed before the creation of the universe and the word of summer 2018, in the best way possible. 

Character can’t be copied, nor imitated, mimed or hidden. It’s the fraction of the second on the couch and we all know how much we like to sink into our couch. In our pajamas. It’s important to see who’s on it. In it. To see who’s in the elevator mirror. Aside from the little cartoon characters.

Elevator + Couch = What are we doing for New Year’s Eve?

Summer of 2018

Later edit: Summer of 2021

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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