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