I have always tried to mix together fashion with my profession. They don’t look alike. They have always been separate. One is supposed to be intelectual, intense, fulfilling, fashion is supposed to be superficial, unfit table with law, ambiguous.
It was the first time in my life that all the good circumstances came together to finally have a designer peace in my hands. I own a Gucci belt, it is mine!
Every time I saw it in a blog, in a picture, in a magazine, on a friend, I thought, this belt has to be mine. I guess the proverb ‘think with your mind and you will have it in your hand’ it’s true.
All my Christmas shopping were mum’s style. High-waist dresses, pants, skirts and a beautiful vintage belt that will give a stylish touch to my wardrobe. I haven’t felt that comfortable with any trend in my entire life. It adds elegance to otherwise regular clothes. It gives the feeling of having a fashionable style that is so difficult to achieve with other trends. It gives the impression of really dressing up!
This words are strange for me to say, especially because they carry a not flattering-not sexy stereotype with them. Mums have carried for entire generations the idea that they have themselves go. Just with the fact of having kids, we are immediately moved from the single, charming, elegant and stylish way of life to a parallel world in which we have lost all our essence and have become some kind of automatons that are not interested in taking care of ourselves anymore.
I had never heard of this woman called Simone Veil until I stepped over in France for a holiday. She had recently died and the news of passing away was everywhere on the radio, the newspapers and television. I got curious. Who was she? Why was she so important?
Skirts, the simplest but clearest gesture of femininity, the unique piece that reflects elegance, modesty, rebellion and tradition all at once.
It is really difficult to not having second thoughts about my love for fashion when I see how all of our consumption is affecting the environment and the poorest people on Earth. The Fashion Revolution Week and Earth Day on April 22, brought the perfect opportunity to ask myself who made the clothes that I am wearing, to think about how much did I pay for them and how long are they going to last in my closet, because, let’s face it, me, you and almost every one, play a big part in this ugly cycle of waisting and human exploitation.
As a huge fan of Sex & The City, I remember vividly ‘The Real Me’ episode, when Carrie Bradshaw was asked to participate as a real model on a fashion show. Carrie was going to use a beautiful blue sequined dress by Dolce & Gabbana, but instead of that, she was left with a pair of jeweled panties that probably woke up her deepest fears in relation to her body. She modelled it anyway, the right attitude empowered her to go out and looked as well as she wanted to.
After watching that Sex & The City chapter ‘I couldn’t help but wonder,’ should our personal style evolve with the same speed as the years pass, or can we keep it intact and rock the timeless pieces we have in our wardrobes no matter how old we are?
PeopleCool is one of the most special sections of this blog. It is a space to picture style. Most of the time I look for it on the streets, where I can find authentic people using fashion as a way to express their freedom. But there are other times when I feel that I need a deeper conversation. Sometimes words play a great complement to the image and explain us better the world we are living in. This is why PeopleCool is also a one of a kind opportunity to talk to people who have lives, jobs and thoughts that inspire me.
It has been 5 beautiful months with my baby girl. To tell you the truth, I had this feeling in my second pregnancy (as well as in the first one) that I was going to have a boy. You can always hear around that mum’s feelings are never wrong and that is why it was a real surprise when a baby girl was born.