Stop a mea! 🙂
Oricat de departe am ajuns in viata si oricat am deviat de la imaginea de fetita tunsa „castron”, care m-a urmarit primii 10 ani din viata, exista momente cand un singur cadru, un miros sau o melodie ma arunca vartos in amintiri privite de sub bretonul despartit de un vartej incapatanat, precum Moise despartea apele… Vartejul fara toiag insa… 🙂
Evident, in acest weekend am calatorit putin in trecut. Expozitia de automobile din Unirii a constituit  Masina Timpului. De nu ar fi fost atat de multa lume cu telefoane mobile si haine de ultima generatie, as fi zis ca cineva a incercat un 80’s reloaded…  Ma asteptam sa dau de Madonna pe acolo… sau macar de Alex din Flashdance, eventual de Baby din Dirty Dancing.. 🙂 Muzica si dans. Lumea mea. 🙂

Sunt indragostita de masini. Imi este atat de dor sa conduc cu viteza pe autostrazile din Germania… Este singurul lucru care imi lipseste cu adevarat din traiul pe acele meleaguri. Nimic altceva. Muzica la maxim, eu cu gandurile mele…
Masina este mereu un refugiu. O bariera intre tine si lume. Chiar si atunci cand sta pe loc. 🙂 Te ascunzi acolo si „urli”. Sau lasi lumea sa urle afara… 😉

Nu cred ca as putea trai fara aceste momente. Si…le-am simtit lipsa in cele 3 saptamani de cand nu am carnet. Mai o saptamana si scap… 🙂 Dar nu voi renunta complet la bicicleta! Are farmecul si avantajele ei… Am economisit banii de sala pe o luna, am scurtat timpii, am descoperit noi trasee, nu am platit parcare… 😛

Sacoul acestei tinute este un autentic exponent al anilor 80. Matase, umeri supradimesionati… croi. A fost al mamei mele si l-am confiscat, ca o fiica buna ce sunt. 🙂 Pai nu? Decat sa stea, mai bine sa miste. 🙂 Si de miscat, misca bine. In special pe vant… Chiar si cea mai mica adiere il face sa prinda viata.

O buna prietena de pe Instagram, o parizianca frumoasa si stilata, pe care nu am cunoscut-o niciodata dar care imi comenteaza orice postare, a scris ca pozele o duc cu gandul la Fast and Furious…  Nu stiu despre partea cu „furioasa”… 😛 (Ce aiurea a sunat „buna prietena” si „nu am cunoscut-o niciodata” in aceeasi fraza… )

Mamei mele nu i-a prea placut tinuta. Evident, dresurile au fost cuiul lui Pepelea… 🙂 Recunosc, sunt putin ciudate. Dar nu trebuie sa ma explic… Asa a vrut artistul. Imi asum combinatia. 😛 Le am de la un swap organizat de fetele de la Girls Talk Timisoara… 😛  Niste swap-uri care imi plac mult si pe care le recomand.

Don’t cease to amaze, girls!


Stop, this is mine! 🙂
No matter how far I came in my life, and as much as I deviated from the image of the”bowl-haired” girl, image that followed me the first 10 years of life, there are times when a single frame, an odor or a melody throws me  into memories seen from below that funky haircut. My bangs used to be separated by a stubborn „whirlpool”, same way Moses divided the waters … The whirlpool had no staff though… 🙂
Obviously, this weekend I traveled a little in the past. The exhibition of cars from Unirii was the Time Machine. If it wasn’t for so many people with state-of-the-art cell phones and clothes, I’d say someone tried an 80’s reloaded … I was expecting Madonna to get there … or at least Alex from Flashdance, eventually  Baby from Dirty Dancing .. 🙂 Music and dance. My world. 🙂

I am in love with cars. It’s been so long since I last fast drived on Germany’s highways  … It is the only thing I really miss about living in this country. Nothing else. Loud music, me with my thoughts …
The car is always a refuge. A barrier between you and the world. Even when the engine sleeps. 🙂 You hide there and „scream”. Or let the world scream outside. 😉

I don’t think I could live without these moments. And … I felt the lack of them in the 3 weeks since I am no longer a car driver.  One more week and things will get back to normal … 🙂 But I will not give up the bike completely! It has its charm and its advantages … I saved the gym money for a month, I shortened the time spend on the way, I discovered new routes, I didn’t pay parking … 😛

The jacket of this outfit is a true 80’s fashion exponent. Silk, oversized shoulders … cut. It was my mother’s and I confiscated it as a good daughter that I am. 🙂 No? Better to move than to stay. 🙂 And about the moving part, it moves well. Especially in the wind … Even the slightest squall makes it come to life.

A good friend on Instagram, a beautiful and stylish Parisian, whom I have never met but who comments on any of my posts, wrote that the pictures reminded her of the Fast and Furious saga … I don’t know about the „furious” part”… 😛 (Well, ” good friend „and” I never met her „in the same phrase  sounds crazy… XXI-st Century crazy… )

My mother didn’t like the outfit. Obviously, the tights were Pepelea’s nail (romanian tale…)  🙂 I admit, they are a little strange. But I don’t have to explain myself … That’s what the artist wanted. I assume the combination. 😛 I found them at a  swap organized by the girls from the Talk Girls Timisoara … 😛 , swaps that I like and recommend.

Don’t cease to amaze, girls!

Photos were taken by HD Photography

I was wearing

vintage silk jacket and hat

Miss Sixty dress

biker boots