Saturday, August 28, 2010

On Bubbly and Joie de Vivre

Summer rolled by this year, rolled by in a thick blanket of heat and humidity. The stickiness in the air did nothing to elude the happy intentions of carefree days to come. Nothing could stifle the determined spirits of joviality. This was a summer to be remembered.
As Spain won the world cup and the frenzied crowds rallied in the Parisian streets with congratulatory bursts of song and dance, flags fluttering out of car windows and painted faces grinning cheerfully at each other, I strolled down an unnamed avenue taking in the festive atmosphere whilst a part of my mind was locked away from all forms of communication.
As I glanced up and saw the twinkling lights of the Eiffel tower in the distance, my eyes blinked back looking but not seeing and absentmindedly noted how regal it presented itself in the skyline, even from that far away. From the myriad thoughts that collided in my head, a quiet one beckoned to make me realize that Paris is not a city you discovers you. 
It seems fitting I believe that the next metamorphosis in my life would be a shift to my spiritual roots. As I sit here I think about the journey that I am about to partake. I am excited and had it been any other place in the world I might have been apprehensive. The human spirit is akin to a fine wine, in order to mature and evolve into its different layers and subtle nuances it must be developed slowly over time at its optimal environment. One that cultivates and brings out its best. 
As a free spirit whose headstrong nature always reigned over practicality, I find it seductive in a way, to finally live that life of leisure that I've always dreamed about. To take time to discover how I can work and socialize and relax and rediscover who I am in a setting where passion for what you do, what you believe in and passion for your life, is the uncompromising norm.

I wish you all a blessed Ramadan.

Love always,
Your PC x

Saturday, May 8, 2010


'There are times when our convictions are tested.

It is in those times that we find our courage.
Even when you stand alone, you cannot submit to what you do not believe.
Choose your own path and walk it.
It may someday become apparent that the path you chose is not the right one,
but the mistake would have been made by you and you alone.
In that you can find comfort, strength and pride.
Conflict is an ever present aspect of society, without it progress cannot be made.
Finding value in what others overlook will give you what they do not have.'

"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal"
- Albert Camus

I came across this and I could'nt have put it better myself. The words speak for themselves.
Follow your heart. Take chances. Push your boundaries and believe.


Thursday, May 6, 2010

Retro Glam

Beyonce goes retro in an homage to the likes of 50's pinup starlet Bettie Page. Clad in Dolce Gabbana and Chanel belts, this is a fresh take on music eye candy for the fashion inspired!

Speaking of fashion I'm in love with Carven's A/W '10 looks..a label for the petite cherie who loves classic dressing with a very french touch..check out the gorgeous camel colored coats in the collection.


Monday, April 26, 2010

If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:
If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log
Everything carries me to you
As if everything that exists
Aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail
Toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me,
For I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me
At the shore of the heart where I have roots,
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off
To seek another land.

But if each day, each hour,
You feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness,
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,
Ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated,
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

My love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
Without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

It has been a while my bubbly readers x
As we pass through infinity, through this perspective called life, we do inspire and get inspired to remind ourselves and each other how vicariously we have to live it..Pablo did just that.
Thank you for all the lovely emails and messages over the past few months reminding me of one of my passions that you so enjoy..It brought smiles galore and hugs out to all of you.
Loads of love,
Your PC xx

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Practical Magic

'Sometimes we just stay up all night worshipping each bats'.

If the player won't play below watch this right now here

A personal favourite of mine since '98 I recommend this as a fun must see.
Go down memory lane and pick up The Craft, Stardust and Bram Stokers Dracula whilst your at it and prepare to have a spooky one :)
As for me, I send a cauldron of witches voodoo and enchanting mystic dust your way to have a magical Halloween..may you all turn into bats ;)

To my Vampire in Salem..I wish I could be there tonight to cast a special spell at The Witching Hour.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Kindred Spirit

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

Anais Nin

In a moment of solitude, Im curled up quietly reflecting on my here and now. The present is still crystal clear waters stretched out perfectly reflecting a starry cloudy night above. Not a whisper, not a hush..its all so pristine.There's not a ripple to break the silence or marr the picturesque display.

Beneath this facade, I know better, Im submerged in the deepest of thoughts..a weave of knots and tangles waiting to be unraveled but there is no rush..I take my is nothing new after all..the bubble of existence that plays on and channels itself into different outlets..escapism..we're all guilty of that on some level or the other..
An old familiar drifts by..floats and wavers for a fraction of a second, it sets me off on a new tangent away from the muddle of contemplation that had me occupied..
I missed you terribly today...I apologize for my lack of communication, cant explain how mind numbing and exhausting my paradigm shifts are, when I really wish I would have it in me to really talk to you..but cant.
It is reassuring to know that we'll always be a phone call away. I cant explain what that consistency means to me. My changes don't allow for me to enjoy our memory lane, however sometimes a fractured sentence regarding an insane moment in la la land does bring about a wistful smile to curl across my lips.
Though the imaginary seasons have stopped rolling and the chronicles put away with the portrait of Dorian Gray, the ghosts too have begun to fade. Sanity is proving to be worth the price of shattered dreams.
Was watching a film you recommended a long time ago, will sleep immediately after.
Who am I kidding?
The perpetual insomniac sleepless in her own sleep.


Friday, August 14, 2009

It Girl

Miroslava Duma

Of the few 'it' girls that I come across reading, only a couple stand out to me as having a uniquely personal and individual sense of creative style..let's face it, with the massive influx media blitz of stylists, magazines and shows these past few years everyone can call themselves 'style icons' and 'fashion savvy' but it takes real style to put your love of fashion together leaving a memorable impression of genuine creative individuality.

Have a gorgeously stylish Friday night