threesome of delights

Yesterday at some point I posted on FB: “I pray my entire day runs as brilliant as it began”.

It did. Exactly @ midnight, my lucky streak shut down abruptly.

Let’s unravel the events one by one…

The entire day ran smoothly, I was very efficient and solved a lot of problems.

In the evening, I was very excited to see a Natalie Cole concert.

The bonus was the lovely company I had during and after the concert.

The concert was much more than I hoped. The band and the musical arrangement were great.  

Miss Cole looked amazing. She had a classic evening wear – a white satin bodice and a long rich veil skirt. She wore it with royal grace and sparkling accessories, a supermodel figure and a silky impeccable skin.

Her microphone, bracelet, necklace and mind-blowing shoes seemed to be created as a set.

Her voice… spectacular. Sexy, warm, velvety… She honed her craft spectacularly.

Now she’s a great performer.

Sense of humor, sensibility, memories and good words.

Though she was married & divorced three times, she still believes in love. Because you can’t sing about love with such passion if you lost your faith.

I actually forgot to breathe at times.

Sometimes she reminded me of her father, sometimes Etta James, sometimes great Aretha.

Purrrrfect.

I wanted the evening to last forever… I was so intoxicated with both the music and the body heat beside me.

I wanted MORE – I wanted a big band in the background – trumpets, sax, and violins.

But at some point it had to end, so we continued the evening at my favorite restaurant, with gourmet food and refined wine.

Aaaaand exactly at the stroke of midnight, my carriage turned back into a pumpkin, as I misplaced my phone!

True – my pray asked for ONE day to go on magnificent. Mission fully accomplished.

pop art crush

I have never thought shall write about a perfume. I like perfumes, but I never before have fallen in love with one.

First, I saw the ad in a magazine. The picture by Juergen Teller with model Karlie Kloss.

Like most perfume ads, the expected composition: the flawless model & the product.

 

I liked the bottle, it seemed funny and daring.

But yesterday I went in Sephora to buy some cosmetics. After I checked at the counter, I stumbled upon the real thing.

I was mesmerized… The plump purple shape with the burst of flower on top…

It looked much better than the picture. I looked at the bottle for a loooong time. It was like standing in front of a masterpiece. I couldn’t stop gazing. It was crush at first sight.

Such a beauty should belong to an art gallery.

Finally I gathered the strength to reach for that precious object. I was scared that the scent doesn’t rise to the height of the design.

I awkwardly sprayed a few molecules on my wrist and let it rest before I actually inspired.

Suddenly an entire gallery of feelings and images filled my mind. I shall try to write down some of the thoughts that flashed in my mind minutes in row, as I kept inhaling the elixir.

Cocktails based on crushed berries that get you so drunk you dare anything,

neon colored 80’s pumps, high hair, disco music,

Andy Warhol’s  From the Bottom of my Garden

All the beautiful people in Studio 54,

Gentlemen prefer blondes… Diamonds are a girl’s best friend

Rita Hayworth as Gilda

Of course, Lola by The Kinks

LONDON, my love

Pink Martini’s “je ne veux pas travailler” or maybe the entire concert

outfits in block colors but also floral prints,

sultry music while being caressed by a macho man,

the whooshing sound of a nude colored satin slip… a tangerine silk gown, a black taffeta skirt,

the sea waves, sunscreen on the heated tanned skin, a fluffy bright pink towel, a sun umbrella through you watch the bright sun, seagull calls

Dali’s red lips sofa

dancing till dawn

feeling a DIVA

flirting like crazy

the most handsome man I know

 

I came out for air and opened my eyes. I was completely under the spell of a scent.

It’s not the first time Marc Jacobs brings homage to pop art.

He did this collection for Louis Vuitton where he was pictured in the ads naked and covered in letters.  

 

Maybe the pictures don’t make them justice, nor do they really praise the memory of Stephen Sprouse.

Maybe they would have the same effect on me…

But for now, this will be the next trophy for my crib. The beautiful bottle filled with the most amazing bash & mash of art.

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On a completely different note, OPI has a new range of nail polish, ironically called nic’s stick. I wonder if it’s a reference to Nick the Dick from the movie Bachelor Party…

Anyway it’s a stick with fast dry polish you can apply even while being in traffic, especially in Bucharest. By the time you reach your destination, your manicure is perfectly dried and looks great.

I chose a shade that looks like old blood stains. Ok, it’s creepy, in a Lady Macbeth manner, but it looks good.

wondering

 

I tried to read across the theory of Generations by William Strauss and Neil Howe. Their study regarding my generation is not applicable, as is referring solely to the US inhabitants.

The social context for the X generation was completely different on the dark side of the Iron Curtain.

However, I can describe my path as Nomad, though not according to their definition: “A Nomad (or Reactive) generation is born during an Awakening, spends its rising adult years during an Unraveling, spends midlife during a Crisis, and spends old age in a new High.”

I was born during socialism, I grew up in fierce communism with all the shortcomings included: restrictions, fear, no heat, no hot water, no food, no cosmetics, no access to information or possibility to travel…

I couldn’t even dream of more than the bear necessity – and I still cherish my tub filled with hot water and scented foam like a divine ritual.

Times changed, I was a student and the chaos after the revolution was unraveling. The incipient, wrongly applied democracy with the few choices we began to have.

Step by step, I discovered the taste of cuisine, the feel of a good quality piece of clothing, the effect of a good face cream and most of all – the masterpiece that a SHOE can be.

Step by step I started traveling, exploring, discovering, learning…

Cities, differences, customs…

Music, movies, books…

Lovers, toys, sex pleasures  

Changing careers, changing tools & means of communication

 People, acquaintances, friends.

I changed my job and my house so many times, I don’t care to keep track…

Each year adds a new color in my chameleon palette.

Seldom I feel so tired of so frequent changes, but most of the time I enjoy it like a baby who gets new toys and contraptions to examine and play.

I’m not only a Nomad, I’m a Gemini to the bone – the spirit who is fueled by the continuum adjustment.

Looking back, I feel blessed to witness and be part of all these changes. And I feel very content that I kept my head above the troubled waters every time the wave hit.

A few days ago, I looked for some old pictures. You know what?

I’m looking at these images of a funny girl, with turned up nose and a little simian face. Than I look in the mirror and I find so little resemblance.

As now I am beautiful.

 

from dusk till dawn

 

Due to my divorce I was supposed to sell my apartment as it was common property with my ex.

 

As we are crossing a full fledged financial crisis, I’m not able, nor willing to borrow money from a bank.

 

So I decided to rent a flat.  I had a few things in mind when I began looking for my purrrfect crib:

 

-       Location

-       Space for my shoe collection

-       Parking space

-       Comfy & cozy for my beloved cats

-       A landlord who is not nosy & pesky.

 

It wasn’t as smooth as I thought. First of all location is expensive.

 

Second, people who rent are not used to hear the words “do you have enough storage for an Evita Peron shoe collection?”

 

And not least important – “I have cats” was an issue.

 

I went through HELL looking. I burst into tears so many times, hopeless and exhausted.

 

Finally dawn came over my stormy sad heavy night and lifted my spirit to the moon.

 

It’s a cozy place, my cats are happy, lovely landlady, good vibes and peace of mind.

 

Now, again, “it’s a new day, it’s a new dawn and I’m FEELING GOOD!” – the anthem of my life.

 

heart be still…

 

i’m going back in Paradise & sooo thrilled about it!

comfortably single.

 

I know I haven’t written in a while. I was busy. Living.

According to the motto of this blog.

I went to Amsterdam to see AC/DC.

I wept on Santana at Bestfest.

I made new wonderful friends.

I attended a symphonic concert, a play, visited some museums…

Read some books.

Worked my head off.

And I did a lot of anthropological studies on men and women.

Lately a recurrent theme occurs in conversations, in various groups.

People are in a perpetual quest for happiness. Instant happiness. The word that drives us is NOW.

If you don’t get instant pleasure, you quit and go find something else. If you stop being pleased by a state, you change it.

No second thoughts, no fight, no patience. On one hand it’s better this way. Why stay miserable?

On the other… WHAT IF?

But there aren’t any “what ifs” involved. No remorse. No regret.

Moving on to the next shiny thing on the way.

I must adapt.

For the moment, I’m worried I’m too comfortable with my current state. And that’s blissfully single.

Is it that I am afraid to get hurt?

Or is it that I already adapted and I asses the losses before I even began the game?

Also, the fact that I’m seldom alone makes it so easy.

I don’t get to feel lonely. I feel just free. And that makes me so happy.

celebrate His life, don’t mourn His death

 

long live the KING, says the Queen

RIP

my lovely lovely works of art

For me, these are the best Ghica works and best gift ever.

I wonder if other famous painters had masterpieces that we never ever saw, because they were private gifts for friends so we didn’t have the privilege to enjoy them…

reach the unreachable star

My birthday is drawing close. So a friend of mine asked me what I whish for.

And it struck me like lightning: NOTHING!

It’s not a lack of drive, I’m not bitter or anything… I just feel like I have everything! No shitting!

At least no material things.

I discovered I can achieve anything I set my mind to do. I have friends to rely on and thank God, enough money to pay for problems to be solved.

My health is quite good, my wardrobe is spectacular.

A few physical improvements that I’ll take care by the end of the year…

In time, I’m sure I’ll have the home of my dreams, I believe I’ll see all the places I fantasize about, I’ll enjoy the holidays I want, and anything I can’t even imagine now.

Because by now I know my life is more spectacular than I could ever picture or plan.

Cheers!