The Way We Were

November 20, 2019

And are. As I’m staring out the window with my fingers glueing more and more to the keyboard, I am trying to find a way of putting this fine feeling I have on paper. And then the heart skips a beat. Again. And again. Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford created in The Way We Were the kind of love we all dream of at some point in life and then learn to just let it be.

The. Heart. Skips. A. Beat. Luckily, their style if forever. Might this be why I’m so fond of style? Fond of anything that is forever? Now the cynics might say that nothing is, in fact, forever. Well, 🥁 Let It Be 🥁 is, ooh wee!

The pictures found on the internet are nothing compared to seeing the two actors actually perform in Sydney Pollack’s 1973 film. While their charisma is, obviously, a major part of the way they were, their style makes us all dream of a way to be. And I only mean style, because I must certainly let their love just be and actually dream of a forever love. Like I always have. Not of love forever.

There will always be people saying that it’s impossible, but there always have been people saying that it’s impossible to the most wonderfully possible things in the world. You may say that I am a dreamer, but I’m not the only one, ooh wee.

Simplicity at its best. Engaged body language even when not engaged.

Off white and jeans are almost as sweet together as Robert Redford’s embrace of Barbra Streisand reading in his cardigan. And all these on a beach near to their home. I mean…

Charming. Her all feminine, him in his uniform.

Elegant in white dress with white earrings. Elegant in herringbone tweed suit, white shirt, cute, dotted tie. The fabrics. The textures. The gestures. THEIR HAIR!

The volumes of their hats and clothes are almost as loud as their gaze is.

Authentically strong. The clothes are so different, yet… are not.

Oh, sexy complicity.

The world seems to stop when they talk to each other.

Having fun is always the s*it!

And again. (!)


Their flow and Barbra Streisand’s nails throughout the movie. They make you want to go have a long bath and wake up from it as Barbra Streisand.

An ex-boyfriend once told me: Jees, this movies thing really had you going as I was enthusiastically pointing out some super cheesy, yet almost not noticeable shmoosh woosh to the eyes of the beholder while watching some maybe even not so romantic movie. I was making sure he sees it, too. He hadn’t, hence the previous statement. I guess I have always dreamt of that shmoosh woosh and then, when you see it in a movie, it’s like half of a dream comes true. You knew. Don’t say it’s a movie, you, too.

Yes, it is aching as f*ck at times, excruciating, makes you even wonder whether you have a heart or not anymore, but magical at others. When we just let it be and then ooh wee! The. Heart. Skips. A. Beat.

Note: I have a photograph of my parents taken shortly after my mother giving birth to me. They resemble of the way Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford were, they are laying in the grass, my mother in the arms of my father and they are so soulfully laughing that it always reminds me that it really is indeed wonderfully possible.

Are you sure you are pronouncing Barbra Streisand the way Barbra Streisand wants you to?

In your mailbox would be ideal, yet in your e-mail is pretty close, yay!
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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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