Up to now I used to say metaphorically “I had an orgasm listening to this”.

Until last night.

I had a very annoying meeting in the office with one of the dumbest clients ever.

I had no more cigarettes, it was late, it was foggy and cold.

I was majorly pissed off.

I climbed my kitty car and turned on the radio on my favorite station.

I was speeding as the route was free. Dark, foggy, moist, late, FAST.

The MC announced they would be broadcasting “she’s got the Jack” live version.

Of course, I turned the volume to the max.

AND IT HAPPENED. I ACTUALLY CAME on this song!

While driving.

BOY, did I have the BEST cigarette after when I safely arrived at home.

Try it, it’s worth it!

I love autumn… its special scent and colors always mesmerize me beyond speech.

Every morning I love to drive to work and watch the colors of the trees and the sky. The global warming brought me an unexpected gift: a prolonged October till the end of November.

I love this time of year. It keeps me so warm inside.

Yes, I’m an animal lover and this is a perpetual conflict with my love for shoes.

So my latest eel and crocodile Dolce & Gabbana masterpieces in shiny black & textured emerald green brought a new political incorrect statement: I love furry animals, ok?

Not a water snake and something that crawls in the water and it’s half skin, half deadly teeth that can bring me so much pleasure in a sexy bootie.

A Sicilian wine that is “joyful”: Corvo.

The opening (FINALLY!) of the first Hello, Kitty store. They even have a Hello, Kitty Pinot Noir!

She’s 35 by now, of course she’s allowed to have a drink!

Lovely evenings, enchanting music, dreamy men, great friends, and the promise of magic adventures to come complete the picture of a flourishing autumn that is about to end…

Last evening I saw another movie I have heard about and never get to see: Two for the Seesaw, based on Broadway success from the late 50s.

A B&W film from 1962. I think @ that time, my parents didn’t even meet.

I rarely watch a movie like I would be in a Cinema theatre. I mean without touching the remote to flip through channels.

I did. It wasn’t particularly good, and I’ve seen McLane acting way better. But I was thinking about me. How naïve I stayed over the years.

I still believe life is a play. Everybody is on the stage to put their hearts on the sleeve. Because that’s how theatre works: you have a role that consists of lines meant to show what you feel.

No. In real life, we are not the audience who must learn the truth to understand the plot. We are characters in the same play who have lines that are not necessary true.

Two for the Seesaw is not as naïve as the era it was created. It’s very bold. It shows people are weak and easy to manipulate.

You can use a woman because you feel lonely, because you want to prove yourself you’re over your ex. You make her depend on you, become addicted to you.

You get her to blackmail you to stay with her and then change your mind and make up with your ex.

This is life, not a movie. Just that every time anyone feels anything, they enunciate it loud and clear.

There’s no time for deductions.

That’s my gap. I believe people really say what they feel. I still believe what I’m told, I never doubt.

Why say something you don’t mean? I still don’t understand.

So I’m the GOOSE who believes life it’s as simple as a black and white movie. Or a play.

PS: I case you wonder – no man left ME, it’s the subject of the play, it’s just about people behavior and impossible promisses. OK?

You’re the only one

Who can wear an ugly hat

Who can have a common scent

Who can stay so innocent

Who can have a kitschy ride

who can make me change my mind

Who can dance if he feels like

Wearing flip flops at midnight

Who can treat everything light

Who can gossip like a magpie

Who can get lost in his own city

Who can get drunk and act silly

Who can smoke my cigarettes

Who can make me fall in love

with a musician I’ve never liked

and leave with the opposite in mind

who can shut me up

with a cheesy lyric

you’re the only one who can get away with things

I wouldn’t ever stand from another man

you’re the only one

How come?

Romeo & Juliet by Tim Burton

Again, a post inspired by a friend.

I noticed the same evening in the same place the same thing. But that I got drunk and forgot.

For me, it was a little different. I was sitting at the table we booked in advance, chatting with friends, sipping Cosmos and feeling just right.

The music was spectacular, but it was supposed to be just background for our conversation.

Suddenly, one of my friends dragged me on the dance floor and we danced! Together!

He is sensual and gorgeous, dancing comes natural to him and I was delighted.

And it came up to me: when did we stop dancing as couples?

A man and a woman embraced, moving in synchrony, feeling each other’s bodies, like a vertical foreplay brimming with promises of pleasure.

I remember the time when this was how you met your next boyfriend or lover. It was the most common way to meet someone new.

Dancing was there not only to pick up a fresh mate, but to reaffirm your connection. I remember dancing with my ex nights and nights along the years.

And now I realized I haven’t danced lascivious with a man… in centuries!

I agree I’m a different generation than the people that fill the clubs nowadays. So what’s wrong with ME?

I long for human touch and human contact, that’s me.

And I belong in the arms of a man, not procrastinated on a couch!

I had a mind blowing busy time, but still found the energy to party and the desire to learn new things.

Beside the nightmare of bureaucracy, I was cursed with a bloody cold last week.

The entire week I roamed with a nasty cough and blowing my nose every five minutes…

It’s my fault. The previous Friday, I partied till 5 am, danced, got hot and then walked in my silk veil dress.  I felt it wasn’t enough so on Sunday I decided I feel like having a walk in a nasty weather.

Of course, by Monday I was sick.

Anyway, the week passed somehow and I needed a reward for my tour de force.

A skirt, a dress, a ballet show, and a Greek cuisine feast were my prizes.

So I fell in love with a new club in town, I discovered a little boutique with Greek food and I wept over the money spent on a ballet that looked more like a mediocre audition.

I finally saw the movie “Madonna: Truth or Dare” and I would have been really impressed if it wasn’t for the end credits that placed Madonna herself as the producer.

So what should have been a documentary turned into another of her publicity stunts. Neaaahhhh, I don’t buy it.

And the week ended magnificently with the dream I had last night. If only 10% of it should come true, I would be more than pleased…

Oh, and the ballet had only ONE highlight: I discovered and fell in love with Lhasa. I know she was here and had @ least one concert but, to my shame, it was the first time I heard her.

And I’m wealthier.

A bathtub haped like an elegant pump shoe with a skyscraper heel taht costs “just” $17,000. Designer Massimiliano Della Monaca.

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.

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.