Category: Art

May 21, 2013

Nude à la Nineties

Sober nude tones are le thing of the season. Soothing beige and calming hazelnut. Nineties vibes like Dries Van Noten drew it. Smokey blues that let you breathe. Only North America whips up that foggy blue hue so deliciously.

My urban vibe inspired painting.

Zara dress, Gap arm warmers, Miss Coquine belt, Globo shoes, Arden tights

My Picasso spruced pastel.

Some yummy Ottawan pastries. Chocolate galore – that deep hue is something I love wearing, as well.

The above pastry, the double-decker, is called réligieuse in French, a nun. I wonder why.

These lovely spaces are found in Ottawa, at the Canadian National Gallery. Of course I had to linger on, jotting away in my notebook. Nibbling on some dark chocolate.

Things have been moving around my corner lately. Shifts in moods, internal stuff that’s being dealt with. I’m finding more calmness. Maybe understanding some of things gone and done by. So that should mean a freer today.

Sweet Arianna helped me to rewrite my About Me and About the Blog. If curious, do check ‘em out! My story… the ups and downs of it. And Arianna, oh my, I talked to her on Skype, too. Her counseling is just so clear and inspirational.

Hugs to you – be nude, notoriously!

May 2, 2013

New York Goodies

New York never ceases to entice me.You know my taste for travel. I can’t stay put. I jump in my skinny jeans, and off I go. It’s a one-day train ride from Quebec to the Big Apple.

Art is definitely what makes a city come alive. The above goodies are found in the Modern Art museum of Montreal.

Central Park needs some sparkle in the outfit. Belt and cardi do the trick.

Italian-style cookies. The hubs brought some back from France. One bag is gone already. Now I’m trying not to eat his. I love the non-greasy, little bitsy-bitesy aspect of them.

Isn’t it amazing how a city can pump you up with energy? Paris is about sensuality, London gets you pop-tune hopping, New York demands high heels and a fast cocktail-bound pace, Montreal smells like coffee – speaks French but thinks American.

Cupcakes in street carts and shop windows – they tell their own story. Give us that “bad yet so sweet when forbidden” energy along the way to the next event.

Abstract art is my game. There’s space to ponder. See shapes that I need to have there.

Yes, that good old Central Park NY magic.

Visiting the Cake Boss. America’s favorite Italian-favored son-in-law. Naturamente, the canistrelli was good. Vanilla, coconut, chocolate… yumissimo!

So this is what my New York looks and tastes like. Places that boost us to go on are precious. Find yours. Go there as often as you can. Live now. Fearlessly.

H&M cardi, H&M top, Miss Coquine jeans, Globo boots

March 15, 2013

Black and White Urban

This is my urban fashion scene.

The way I experience the City.

The enticing vibes that titillate and scare, all the same.

I run to the City, so that I can run out.

My life folds out in pictures. Shades that speak and change.

Pink accompanying me, forever. My color. I show it. Show my color. I’m not afraid.

Now go out and visit your City. In the dusk. Maybe dawn. But be sure to pause.

March 12, 2013

Golden Studs

Hanging out at my fave coffee shops. That is when I write my little heart out. I love to scribble on magazines. Find an inspiring image and jot on it whatever needs to come. I always have to have a pen and something to note on. My way to breathe.

I’ve picked up painting again. It feels liberating to create. I am alive then. I feel fulfilled.

We went to a party. It was refreshing to chat. Expats like the hubs and I. Finding our paths over here. What did we all come to discover.

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Boho chic has me excited this up-coming spring. More chic than boho for this chick, but nevertheless. Letting my hair loose and painting nails turquoise.

A smile for You – just because you are precious!

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H&M cardi, Riviera vintage shirt, Simons skirt

March 7, 2013

Blue Heart

I have had the urge to push myself into digging deep in me for answers – how to feel free from sadness. I realized that I have been sad for a long time. Sadness that is due to no one. No lack of love. No lack of friends or family. But that deep sad place that I find myself in. I put myself in. Maybe. How I got there isn’t the important thing.

I realized that I used to be a sad child. Sad for things that I could see but couldn’t change. That’s okay to realize. No one’s fault. Not at all. Then I became aware of having been the shy teen. Frustrated with myself for not reaching my dream of being the excellent ballerina. Asking always more and more from myself. Finding bad, overeating ways to soothe the frustration in me.

At my friend Chantal’s Gala

In my thirties I stated using loosing weight as a way to escape from life’s true feelings. I got so entangled in calorie tango that it took all my energy. My ballet passion had been replaced. Yet that couldn’t go on.

I found myself blaming the place where I had moved to for the emptiness I experienced. But the void is somewhere else. The root of the sadness. That I have to find. Then weed it out of my life. First time ever. Only then will I be free to see where I could really be happy.

How to get to my core. I’m trying to find out. Looking for answers from people in my life – friends, family, my pastor, reading on the Net, connecting with blog friends. This is the most important voyage I have ever embarked on.

I would love to hear your experiences and ideas.

Limité dress, Bata boots

March 2, 2013

R.I.P. Glamour Lady

This post is a loving homage to my dear mom-in-law who passed away today. Marie-Claire you will be in my heart, always. It was an honor knowing you and learning from you.

Marie-Claire loved fashion and taught me a lot about chic à la française. She was a strong Frenchwoman who always made sure to dress up to the occasion.

Marie-Claire was born in Paris and later moved to the French Riviera. I loved her Southern cooking and long rosé wine tinted lunches in her rose bush garden.

This is a piece of art I gave her. According to her tastes.

Marie-Claire lived close by the Mediterranean Sea and I loved going to visit her, hanging out on the beach. Sipping coffee at a beach café or just sitting down on a bench and writing down my sea breeze inspired thoughts. Or breaking out to a dance.

Fly away my sweet Lady! Your life was beautiful. You were precious. Just like we all are. My dearest husband – I am there for you during this tough time!