A Louis Vuitton I’d wear..
A vontade de mudar de rumo bateu e nao quer ir embora e eu quero abraca-la, mas como? Se sempre tive os caminhos tao facilmente desenhados na minha frente; se sempre fui feliz nas minhas escolhas e certeira (como quem ganha na loteria) nos resultados; se meu trabalho sempre foi minha vida; se o amor era um adereço no passado e nunca se posicionou; se o retorno financeiro era suficiente para o que meu horizonte almejava…
Vamos mudar os argumentos por hora. Meu hoje nao e’ meu ontem. Meus horizontes se esticaram, se alongaram e se tornaram cada vez mais flexiveis. Eu escolhi sentir os ventos da mudanca? Claro que nao, eles batem o tempo todo, mas a gente nem sempre esta disposto a sentir ou a escutar ou a abracar ou a voar.
Eu decidi voar. E voar pra valer. Cair eu ja cai, bom, nenhum tombo feio alem de um ou outro arranhao, mas nunca e’ tarde pra aprender a cair, certo? Se o cair acontecer, claro.
Essas sao todas as opcoes que tenho. Catalogadas numa legenda, como pecas de museu. Museus que sempre me apaixonaram, hoje me dao vontade de risinho torto, a paixao nao e’ a mesma. O que antes eu gritava ser futilidade, hoje quero colocar num museu.
Respirar materialidade nao e’ ser futil, e’ ser humano. O material e’ sociologico, antropologico, necessario, mas nao deve ser indispensavel - talvez aquela Givenchy Nightingale Mini Tote, e aquele Argan Oil Kiehl’s e as trufas Godivas e… Brincadeira! [ou nao]…
Os horizontes crescem pra quem escolhe sair do quintal, da varanda, da janela. Nao acho que quem nunca saida do quintal nao consiga crescer, mas acho que estamos falando de expansoes incomparaveis.
Eu escolhi sair, cresci demais e agora o quintal nao cabe mais pra mim, em mim. Mas ainda sou muito pequena pra lidar com abraco tao grande (‘lembrei do abraco gigante do Havelok sobre a Dinamarca’, pensei alto aqui - nao tente entender…). Como abracar seus sonhos se eles, as vezes, parecem do tamanho do mundo? Se pronuncia-los pode gerar choque ou riso em quem esta do lado? Se voce mesma ainda nao consegue olhar e falar aos quatro ventos: ‘eu quero ser…’?
Como voce fez suas escolhas? Voce escolheu mesmo ou deixou-se ser escolhido? Eu quero o melhor dos dois mundos, e darei o meu melhor pra isso. E agora?
10 reasons why you might hate (the English) winter
So, I’m girl from a very warm and tropical country, where we only have two seasons: summer and winter. Then you might ask me: ‘so, it must be very hot during summer, and cold during winter?’. My answer is: it depends. The state where I was born it can get pretty cold during winter time, but I lived in Rio for seven years and the coldest you might experience there would be similar to the English summer. That is, 18C.
So, here I am, on a Sunday night, bored (yes, you can get a bit bored in London), it’s ridiculously cold outside and this week we enter March, spring should be knocking on out doors, but still… … … … *silence* **crickets cricking**
Anyways, I decided to list the top 10 reasons why you might hate the English winter.
10) Forget about the sun. It exists, everywhere else, but here. Sometimes it appears, sometimes you remember it’s there, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes. Lack of sun can make people very depressed and turn them into chocolate addicts, plus, I’m taking Vitamin D tablets cause I (myself) was diagnosed with lack of Vit D. It sucks.
9) Forget about your diet. Well, mine is very healthy, I eat lot’s of salad, tones of fruits and juices, mostly orange, I admit, and I live quite well with these. However no matter how many kilos of salad you eat a day, how many jars of juice, cups of tea (herbals, please), bottles of water: forget it!! YOU WILL NEED CHOCOLATE! And carbs, to say the least. Your body asks for it, specially if you’re like me, with very little fat in your body to keep you warm. My advise is: get Lindt, dark cocoa with sea salt and caramel, it’s less fatty and immensely satisfying! Trust me! And, please, eat carbs, nothing better than a nice baguette with a good cheese or a very hot soup. Be healthy and if chocolate will make you feel warmer (and also happier!!!) just eat it. Yet, if you are a diet addict person my advise is: run to the gym (cause running outdoors is for the Scandinavians) and wear lots of warm layers of coats. And keep up with you salads. ;)
8) Forget about smily people in the streets. Ok, tough topic. People here (I won’t point ethnical fingers) are normally not that much smily, so, when winter comes and the coldness surrounds us all, well my friends, people can get cranky and boring. Oh yes, politeness sometimes can be seasonal. But you’ll survive. And have a chocolate so you won’t get cranky on everybody else.
7) Forget about washing you hair and going outside. I’ll simply say that if you do that you might get a high chance of getting a serious cold/flu, or you’re hair will freeze. So gather patience to wash it with time to dry it.
6) Forget about green things. It might sound odd but sometimes it makes me feel sad to see all those naked trees trembling with the winds (it winds A LOT) and not having the green covering them. The grass, however, remains green, biologists, please explain me why.
5) Forget about browsing shop windows AND feeling your fingers and toes. HA! We don’t have the tradition of building and going to shopping malls here as we do in my homecountry or in America, in general. So, if you fancy a luxury place to shop AND still have sensibility in your fingers and toes, go to Harrods and Selfridges. Otherwise get used to feeling pain and getting your nails from red to purple to “almost frozen colour type”. I wear gloves, I wear warm socks, but the wind just tells me “whatever!”, freeze!
4) Forget about wearing open shoes. (now a teardrop fell from my eyes) I simply HATE not being able to wear open shoes: slippers, ballerinas, sandals, etc. You may laugh, but it’s very very very depressing when you can’t change your clothes decently because the weather doesn’t allow you to do it. You don;t have fun getting dressed, you see lovely spring/summer shoes on shop windows but they’re an illusion. Mannequins are made of plastic, they can wear dresses and flip-flops while it snows outside. [exception: I have often seen women going out in the snow with mini-skirts and open shoes, but I prefer not to comment on them it can be too polemic).
3) Forget about changing your wardrobe for months. Ok, you shop new shirts, trousers, even dresses and skirts. But when should you be able to wear them? Tell me? Underneath tons of stockings and coats? (I’m not a fan of skirts + stockings, personal taste). What about over the knee boots with stockings PLUS dresses? Oh gosh, that’s too much for my imagination. I’ve a very minimalistic style, so in winter you’ll always see me with leather trousers, white/grey/black/etc shirts or t-shirts or silk shirts, closed shoes (that, I’m sorry to disappoint, will not vary too much from sneakers-boots-ankle boots-sneakers-boots) and my black coat. Hats are cool, I wear them, but you often get tired of them too. Gloves, well, a necessity just like air conditioning in your car in Rio. It’s safer!
2) Forget about spring/summer. Then March is arriving and you think ‘yes, spring’! But I’m sorry to tell you my friends, spring in England is just as accurate as winter is cold in Brazil. It’s a myth. It can be warmer, but also can get pretty cold. Flowers will eventually bloom, the greenery will emerge, BUT these are not synonyms of “warm weather”. My advise: buy a timeless trench coat, it’ll protect you from the rain (oh yes, winter goes away but rain never does) and keep you warm even when the sun comes up and makes you believe that “it will be warm again”.
1) Forget about the cold. Yes, almost tautological and contradictory, but that’s the point. Be brave, prepare yourselves, don’t waste money on cheap clothes that won’t last and won’t make you warm (and cool and nice), invest in a nice coat, nice boots, nice leather trousers and try to get the best out of this ridiculous weather. Turists love it! They flock from all around the world and stand in front of the (don’t know why) famous lions ar Trafalgar Square at -3C taking pictures, smiling and drinking hundreds of Nero’s hot chocolate (skinny milk and no cream for me, please). And remember, always remember to think of those who are in much worse wintery conditions like the Russians, the Scandinavians, the Canadians, the eskimos, the penguins…
Today, I am taking you with me to meet the great Stella McCartney!
Where the conference is taking place. If you like Jane Austen you know where we are! (at Corsham Court)