Yeah, Baby, Twist!

August 03, 2016

There are days when you have to leave in the morning and you have no idea when you’ll be back, so, you need an outfit that’s going to make you feel, all day long, like the rockstar that you are.

Clothes can do that for you.

You can be anything you want. You can be anything you want in life if you work on it. Sometimes, though, lip syncing in the car, they say, won’t do. Oh. They say you have to stick to the real world. Or something. Have a day job. Get serious. And so on.

Because otherwise, you’d be a rockstar fo sho. Uh-oh.

Because… fire.

But everybody is a rockstar. That’s the thing. Everybody is singing in the car, no? Come on! Ok, in the bathroom. Everybody has a particular song everybody is obsessed with and, when the song starts on the phone carefully placed somewhere around the bathtub, everybody is singing, lip syncing. Wink. Is there a better room to catch seconds of fame? Room no, car maybe. Double wink. When you’re so happy singing in the car, who cares about fame, anyway? It’s why they say something about fame in the bathroom, not in the car, Cristina. Oh. When you’re so happy in the bathtub, who cares about fame, anyway? Ok, ok.

So, the day I wanted to rock on the outside just as much as I rocked on the inside, I was singing rock music, after all, I wore a cotton, grey t-shirt and classic Levi’s. The rest of the outfit depends on the twist I’m in the mood of and the place I’m going to. When I say twist, I think of the scarf I seem to not be able to let go of and, therefore, twist all over my body. Anytime, anywhere. At the office, to the coffee shop, tomato, tomato. The t-shirt, the jeans, a cool bag, a pair of block heeled sandals and the scarf wrapped around my head, for instance.

It all changes when the scarf goes on the wrist and the heels turn into flip flops. One always, however, remains a rockstar, on the inside, and can carry a pair of flip flops in the cool bag. No matter what they say.

It’s summer, hey, and you never know how you end up on the rooftop. Of course, on the beach sounds better, but rooftop just seemed to rhyme better. Poetry goes hand in hand with rock and roll. It’s when the inside meets the outside and vice versa.






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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