Sunday, 9 October 2011

Pricey But Nicey!


Only a month to go before the Versace for H&M Collection hits the stores. The price tags are a little higher than common H&M gear (as these pieces always are) but I'm very much looking forward to this!



Donatella with H&M’s creative advisor, Margareta Van den Bosch

And if only they could get these sweet little numbers on the high street: it's the A/W'11 deliciously called "Wearable Opulence"! One can only dream...






Pics from here.

Hope you all had a great weekend and charged up for the week ahead!

Friday, 7 October 2011

Legends Of The Fall


Loving this belated, lasting summer but it does seem like too much of a good thing: I’m pretty sure these warm sunny days are going to bail on us soon enough without any warning: its hotpants and crop-top today, boots and mittens tomorrow.
So, for precaution purposes only, of course!, I’m already stocking up for my A/W wardrobe.
The one thing I love about autumn is that you can keep wearing summer clothes and throw on a chunky knit, coat or scarf and – despite wearing little more than a bikini – you still look sane. It doesn’t work the same way in spring, it’s the opposite then: you keep wearing winter clothes (mainly because around April our skin’s paler than an albino zombie) but then just carry the heavy coat on your arm and sweat the hell out of your Uggs.
Anyhow, this is the perfect autumn look I’m talking about: cut-offs and bare legs with a bulky sweater and army boots. And, of course, the Chanel purse for that girly touch. Love it: nothing matches but everything goes. This is the real deal.


Love me some Mary Janes! They’re so juvenile I feel like playing hopscotch and skipping to work. Plus, they’ve usually got a solid, stable heel which allows all that hopping and skipping. These are the cheap(ish) ASOS version inspired by the Chanel classic…



... and these are the actual Chanel on Caroline Sieber's feet. L-O-V-E!


Finally, every girl needs her Little Red Riding Hood duffle coat. This is Urban Outfitters’: love the A-line seaming.


The Evil Twin Supports The Beauty Routine





Forget all you know (or thought you knew) about make-up: from now on follow MJ's tips on her new blog http://thebeautyroutine.com. Trust me: if it means looking half as beautiful as she always does, it's more than worth it.

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Your Time Is Limited, So Don't Waste It Living Someone Else's Life

Who isn't writing about Steve Jobs today? It would be sinful not to mention his passing but, then again, the utter lack of originality of sharing his Stanford's commencement speech is another sin in itself. Well… let he who is without sin cast the first stone, so I’m going to join the web-crowd in celebrating Steve Job’s genius.
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t own – and love – an Apple item: be it an ipod, ipad, iphone, macbook, mac-pro… and, in many cases, all of the above. Apple – mostly through and because of Steve Jobs – has become part of our lives, with its innovative and audacious inventions. People who would have abhorred anything slightly techy or gadgety were suddenly hooked on Jobs’ zen, calculated and almost theatrical product-launch presentations.
As a die-hard music fan, finding it virtually impossible to endure life without a permanent soundtrack, I was more than delighted to replace my deadbeat walkman and discman for an ipod my parents got me for Xmas almost 10 yrs ago. It was THE best present ever and, to this date, I am yet to find a (supposedly) futile gadget that serves so much purpose and joy.
I’m certain Apple will remain a key market-player and tech leader: When Steve Jobs stepped down as CEO a few months ago, this was already largely discussed and, despite a one-day stock-loss, Apple is still the greatest valued company in the world. I have no idea if Tim Cook will match – or even outdo – Steve Jobs as head of Apple but it will certainly be very difficult to match his charisma: although many of those who worked with Jobs slated his autocratic, temperamental and egotistical persona, it’s impossible not to admire him and be engulfed by his magnetism.
As I mentioned, Steve Jobs’ Stanford commencement speech in 1995 (with over a staggering 6 million views on youtube – and I’m pretty sure this number will increase wildly over the next couple of days) is being shared and shown worldwide – and I myself posted it here a couple of years ago. It is, without a doubt, one of the best speeches ever made and, regardless of how many times I’ve heard it, I get emotional each time because it (still) hits a cord. The speech was first sent to me by a dear friend from college who, like me, was in a pivotally difficult professional situation. We were both lawyers, each at very high profile law firms, yet we both loathed our jobs. I can easily say that, to this date, I’m yet to engender as much revulsion as I did for my former job and bosses. We were deeply unhappy at how our lives turned out professionally but felt we were in a dead-end and lacked the audacity to quit and move on. Well, at least for a while. My friend quit her job a month later and went on to work on a completely different project and I left my own (now former) job, albeit in the worst circumstances ever, and also moved on to different shores. I vowed that never again would I let myself plummet in that life-sucking, depressing spiral.
Steve Jobs emphasized that “[y]ou've got to find what you love”. Thing is, I still haven’t found what I love. I’m turning 30 next year and am still clueless about what I want to do in my life. Being academically successful, I always assumed that being a straight-A student would automatically bring me professional bliss. Sadly, this is not the case. But I haven’t lost hope and refuse to surrender to it being too late.
Steve Jobs said: “Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle”. I won’t settle. I too will find what I love and succeed, make a difference and be happy with my job. I doubt I’ll accomplish 1/100th of what Jobs did but, still, I want to achieve something.
My life is, has always been and, I suspect, will probably always be, highly improvised, unpredictable and varied. Most of the times I struggle to find logic or reason to the events in my life but I take comfort in Jobs’ words: “you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future”.
This was yet another sad battle unfairly won by the shittiest thing around: cancer. As remarkable as it was that Jobs fought quite literally for his life for almost a decade, cancer has claimed yet another victim and Mankind is definitely poorer today.

RIP, Steve Jobs.

Thursday, 28 July 2011

Friday, 22 July 2011

Monday, 18 July 2011

When Dust Gets In My Eyes… and Nose and Throat and Hair…




Ante-Scriptum
Não consigo incorporar videos do youtube por isso só tenho tenho os links.
A gerência agradece a vossa compreensão!



O Que Correu Bem

Arcade Fire
Já é o 2.º SBSR em que os vejo e continuam a ultrapassar todas as expectativas ao vivo. Excelentes e empolgantes, conseguiram fazer esquecer a falta de qualidade do som que caracterizava o palco principal. O melhor concerto do festival, seguramente, e deste ano.
É ao ver bandas com o talento de composição e orquestração dos Arcade Fire, em que todos os elementos tocam todos os instrumentos e se vê uma felicidade genuína estampada no rosto, que me apercebo que não há melhor profissão no mundo do que a de músico. Lucky bastards.

Chromeo
Sábado à noite foi dos canadianos. Chromeo não desapontaram as altas expectativas e puseram-me a dançar quando julgava ter esgotado toda a energia armazenada ao longo da minha vida no meu corpo (as minhas costas! Os meus rins!! As dores!!!). Devia haver uma directiva que obrigasse toda gente ouvir pelo menos uma hora deste electro com humor e alegria por dia: tenho para mim que é o princípio da cura de todos os males.

Portishead
Concretizou-se o momento pelo qual esperava há mais de 15 anos: consegui, FINALMENTE!, ver o trio de Bristol ao vivo. Infelizmente em formato festival perde-se muito da intimidade necessária para um concerto dos Portishead mas ainda assim tocaram com a intensidade que se esperava, de trazer às lágrimas em certos momentos. Doces, delicados e deprimentes, tal como se quer. E a Beth Gibbons deve ter descoberto o elixir da juventude, a mulher não envelhece, caramba.

Lykke Li
A loira mais dark da Suécia não desapontou: irreverente e envolvente, tinha um alinhamento bem construído e funcionou muito bem num palco mais pequeno: fez com que eu trocasse uma hora de Artic Monkeys para dançar e cantar, entre tantas outras, “sadness is my boyfriend, oh sadness I am your girl”…

Elbow
O concerto teria sido tão melhor se o público conhecesse esta maravilhosa banda. Julguei que o Mercury Prize que ganharam em 2008 lhes tivesse dado mais protagonismo mas fiquei com a nítida sensação – elitismo e snobeira musical à parte – que só eu, meia dúzia de quarentões e os bifes que lá andavam conhecíamos as músicas. Open Arms teria sido épico caso o público conhecesse e cantasse, foi uma pena… Mas ainda assim adorei e o grande e barrigudo Guy Garvey com o irresistível sotaque de Lanchasire é um tipo porreirismo, apetece ir ter com ele a seguir e beber umas jolas no pub.
Apenas uma nota para referir que Lippy Kid é das poucas músicas em que o assobio é de facto uma mais valia. Quase faz esquecer o trauma do Young Folks. (Erk, só de ouvir 2 segundos para pôr o link fico mal disposta!)

The Vaccines
A julgar pela energia no palco e do público, ninguém diria que este quarteto londrino ainda só tem um álbum, lançado apenas no início deste ano. Um excelente aquecimento para os Strokes e fecharam o palco alternativo com chave de ouro.

Go Natural
A melhor coisa que aconteceu no espaço de alimentação num festival: consegui finalmente comer outra coisa que não os cachorros do psicológico e kebabs duvidosos.

Estrangeirada
É uma alegria ver uma boa dose de espanhóis, ingleses e nórdicos indefinidos a passearem-se pelo recinto e deliciaram-se com sol e mar nas melhores praias da costa lusitana. Ainda que junk, este país tem muito para oferecer.

Lua Cheia
Até os astros ajudaram à festa.


O Que Podia Ter Corrido Melhor

The Strokes
Atão é assim? Acabam a última música e bazam sem mais nem menos? Nem encore nem um heads up de aquilo estava para acabar? Passam do Take It Or Leave It para Guns?!?

Artic Monkeys
Quase não vi Artic Monkeys para ficar a ver Lykke Li até ao fim. São opções mas é pena que um festival tão pequeno tenha sobreposto dois concertos destes. E a última meia hora que vi foi francamente fraquinha, sobretudo comparativamente com o grande concerto que deram no Garage há já uns 5 ou 6 anos.

Beirut
Claramente não funciona em formato festival. Um fiasco.


O Que Tem De Mudar, Tipo, Já!

Os Acessos Ao Recinto... Ainda
Perdi The Walkmen à pala do trânsito caótico. Imperdoável. Devias devolver-me uma boa parte do dinheiro do bilhete só por isso, ó Luís Montez! Já não aguentava com a maldita rotunda de Alfarim!

B Fachada
O Bernardo tem de perder rapidamente a arrogância nos concertos ou vai tornar-se insuportável vê-lo ao vivo. Foi a maior desilusão. Indescritivelmente mau.

The Gift
WTF?! The Gift?! Mas o que é isto?! Quem é que se lembrou de meter estes gajo no cartaz deste ou de qualquer festival?! Porquê, mas porquê?!, alguém me explica, é que estes insultos à humanidade ainda respiram, vivem e, acima de tudo, poluem um festival para o qual paguei uns valentes 80€?! Acabem com os Gift, Por amor a toda a humanidade e gerações futuras!! E podem começar pelo teclista, sff. E, fyi, a Sónia Tavares consegue ser ainda mais feia ao vivo. Sim, é possível.

Brandon Flowers
Não com tanto ódio visceral mas continuo também sem perceber o que é que o Brandon Flowers foi fazer ao Meco…

Pontos de MB no Recinto
A sério, acham que 2 pontos de multibanco para 30.000 pessoas é suficiente? A sério?... Dois MB, 30.000 pessoas… Just saying.

Casas de Banho
Foram de longe as piores casas-de-banho que alguma vez vi num festival ou onde quer que fosse. Nojento, fui uma vez e nunca mais. É inadmissível.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

A Bit Of Weekend Lulz


Ainda a propósito de Glee

It’s a very unsettling cross between Grizzly Bear and The Isley Brothers and a touch of Panda Bear and Fleet Foxes somewhere in the middle.

Gleek Alert: Do Not Read This Post Unless You Want To Lose The (Very Little) Respect You May Have Left For Me.



My love for Broadway, Glee and Barbra leads me to believe there is a very, very gay, camp man trapped inside me.

Season 2 of Glee is over (*sniff, sniff*) and, since I'm not such a fan of the original songs, I thought the finale was kinda "meh"… Actually the only songs I enjoyed during that episode were Britt's song about a cup (ever so catchy!) and the brilliant mash up New York.

Although I obviously loved the first season of Glee, some songs have been played ad nausea (let’s, please, NEVER EVER hear Journey again, EVER!), season 2 was a definite improvement: it had some of the funniest moments, best dialogue and incredible storylines, not to mention the songs which, frankly, I’m finding hard to pick only a few.

My favourites:

1. My Man
In the before-last episode, Rachel sang the closing number of Funny Girl to absolute perfection and - dare I say it? - outdid Barbra. Still, Billie's cover of this French original is unsurpassably beautiful.

2. River Deep Mountain High
Naya Rivera is golden. I absolutely adore her voice and her character Santana. Thankfully, she’s been given a bit more focus this season, and rightly so. Having already paired up with Amber Riley with The Boy Is Mine, this Ike and Tina cover was sensational (and should, of course, won them the meal at Breadstix!).

3. Songbird
I love that Glee dedicated a whole episode to Rumours. I never really noticed how beautiful this song really was until I heard Naya sing it and actually make my eyes water. It immediately became my favourite Fleetwood Mac song.

4. Sweet Transvestite
Amber Riley at her very best. I like her OTT diva performances but this was her best solo this season, by far.

5. Take Me or Leave Me
A very risqué musical, probably even more so than The Rocky Horror Show. I love that it was originally sung on Broadway by Idina Menzel, who played Rachel’s mom in season one. Perfect circle!

6. Forget You and Do You Wanna Touch Me, ex aequo
I used to hate Gwyneth Paltrow’s guts before she came along as Holly Holliday on Glee. Now, I not only subscribe (and love) Goop but am a firm believer that Mrs. Chris Martin is a certified Goddess. Love, love, love.

7. Silly Love Songs
How great an addition were the Warblers and Darren Criss?!

8. I Wanna Hold Your Hand
Wept thoroughly during this episode and song. Chris Colfer’s extravagant voice is like a soothing sweet balm (eg. Blackbird). Deserves all the hype he gets.

9. The Only Exception
I’m a die-hard Finchel fan so I gave up my prejudice and shame and fessed up to liking a sh*tty emo song, no matter how lame I look. I love this version and the emotion Leah pours into it.

10. Thriller /Heads Will Roll
This mash-up deserves to be in this list, just because they covered the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. And that’s pretty neat on its own.

Cannot wait for season 3!

Saturday, 2 July 2011

N21 Resort

Era tudo em 36 ou S, sff.
Obrigada.













Daqui.

Rosie, You're Killing Me!


Love, love, love!




Tirado daqui.

Mad About Mad Men


Só boas notícias para os fãs de Mad Men.

Depois de ter sido finalmente confirmada que a AMC e o protagonista Jon Hamm estão contratados até pelo menos a 7ª série, surge agora a notícia de que Banana Republic vai lançar uma colecção de inverno desenhada por Janie Bryant, criadora do guarda-roupa do Mad Men, inspirada nos fatos da Joan, Roger, Don e Betty, entre outros.







A propósito, então não é que a Sally Draper se veste em Portugal?

Saturday, 18 June 2011

The 5 Things I Take From The Tree Of Life


1. Brad Pitt should play nothing but movies set in the fifties. Do I hear Hot Overbearing Parent anyone?! Hubba hubba!

2. I want a kid just like Laramie Eppler.

3. Nothing will relax you more than two and a half hours of National Geografic-ish shots, Brahms and Berlioz.

4. I want Sean Penn’s house in the movie. Without the depressing silent tension, though, thank-you very much.

5. Cannes trumps every other movie award, time and time again.



Não é um filme.
Não é uma história.
É arte. É uma opus que comprime toda a História do Mundo e da Humanidade em duas horas e meia.
São as memórias dos personagens e as memórias do próprio mundo, o início da existência da terra, do mar, do espaço e as arrebatadores nebulosas.



É a luta entre a admiração e respeito contra a perplexidade e a emancipação. A veneração por Deus torna-se num raivoso solilóquio. O temor pelo Pai frustrado e severo que não sabe traduzir o amor que tem pelos filhos que acabam por se virar contra ele.






Mas os actores principais do The Tree of Life são a fotografia, a música e a forma como ambos estão conjugados: o Requiem de Berlioz arrepia, a Lacrimosa do Preisner envolver, o épico Moldau de Smetena exalta…

É perfeito.

Friday, 17 June 2011

Saudades


Saudades de Nova Iorque.

Saudades de dançar.

:'(

Quick Peek at Winter Before It's Summer

Summer hasn't even officially started and already I'm drooling over Chloe's A/W collection.











People! Get me these clothes! NOW!